Hic Sunt Dracones

the smylere with the knyf under the cloke

I Survived Cancer

I Survived Cancer

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

William Congreve (1670–1729), English playwright and poet. The Mourning Bride.

Oh, yeah…

…and she’s totally hot (on the MRI).


She’s a cancer.

Feeding on my soul.

Written by cthulhu

December 11, 2007 at 6:38 am

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