I could hear my light blue 1990 Ford Escort go over the cracks in the pavement. I was headed northbound on the highway, going eighty miles an hour...
I was no longer one of the weak, everyday people. I looked at the darkness and gained strength from it, feeling my connection with the deformed and evil. I was a powerful being, fed by all things horrible.
I always used to wonder what my mother did to make her meals taste so good. Now I know.
I'll just follow the roads, knowing they'll lead me somewhere. I'll know when I get there; and I know what will happen when I get there.
There's a certain wildness about Irish tunes that gets lost in much of the transition to modern music. Gaelic Storm manages to keep that wildness and delivers a fast-paced, traditional album that begs to be danced to.
Since I'm off at college, it's easy to feel distanced from my family. Interaction is sparse; there are no nightly family dinners or movie nights. But what does family really mean to me?
How can I deviate from the course set before me? If a man strive against the Lord, shall He succeed?
Rebelling against rebellion. The old fashioned way.
There's an element of distance in watching films. The very nature of the medium is to transport you, to show you things you've never seen. Occasionally, though, a film turns up that doesn't have the same goal, and it's all the more shocking because of it.
Of course she has a beautiful voice. But does she still glorify God?