Saturday, January 12, 2008

I love Logan but I never get to see him much. In spite of his annoying smile. Actually it's not, it's nice. To a point. Depending on how high my lust for killing is when I see him. I may only maim him although that doesn't seem painful enough. I wonder if Logan would mind being chopped to piieces, skewered and then his bone marrow used as bird carrion.

For those whom aren't family reading this let me explain. Nope, I won't, I don't have to explain myself. One has to be a Storm to understand me and even then it's iffy. I love my family that is all I care about. Certainly I want some of them to be chopped up, isn't that normal for any family? If it isn't it should be.
Jesse Green from the New York Times looks at my blog every day so I can't give it up. It's a tradition. Certainly I won't mention my employer's name any more. I forgot that I shouldn't