Thunder Dome i'm bad in the walls, asbestos

religion is a choice, and not one that should be forced upon anyone. ingram speaks on the subject of religion, with a spark to the smoky tinder of his voice that belays a wisdom he was too physically young to possibly hold. his soul, though, it is old. older than the sky and the earth. you can be religious and physical, ingram suggests with a soft rise and fall of his shoulders, instinctively, salmon colored tongue drawing across the scars upon his lips.

i am a warrior and a seer. that one could not be the other was, in his personal opinion, ridiculous. he shifts his weight then, reclining casually upon his huanches.