The Quagmire of my Discontent: The Apocalypse of WeeSaul - Abondon all hope, ye who enter here!!!

Those impotent bones of extinction flying graceful and free
None but the best 'cause the man cannot rest till he's finally beaten his me

If there is one thing in my life that truly irritates me to no end, it would be the fact that neither the Coen Brothers nor Tim Burton have ever asked me to be in one of their films...

I mean I'm not asking for a leading role, and I wouldn't demand a great deal of money for my services. All I want is a small part and maybe a line or two. I have the cognitive ability to memorize a few words from the English language, and being a living breathing member of the human race, I at least have some ability to use my emotions in a way that would seem appropriate in most situations (though I will admit that I do find myself giggling at many horror flicks, but this is the cross that I must bear through out all eternity)...

Maybe they'd allow me to add a few bits of dialog to the script. I know how to apply words to imaginary situations, and I could do so for 15 seconds of fame when my name is flashed upon the big screen...

Alas, the big three do not like me I fear, and I shall cry and cry until the Sun is just a used up ball of ash in this vast universe...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be the Word...