someday we have to leave that happy land, where every solution is as easy as a well placed laser beam or a flying roundhouse to the face. We live in a world where zords can’t combine, and oh, it’s not you, it’s me…maybe we should start seeing other heroes. yeah, fuck you too Pink. Friends just aren’t as steadfast, villains never so easy to pick out from the crowd, and the evil is everywhere; but most of all it’s inside, tearing, gnawing away at the last scrap of goodness and hope you’ve got, like pack of dogs fighting over a piece of shitty alley meat… those other guys got it it easy; they never had to face the truth. As for me, well, my only superhero team these days is a toilet seat, a fifth of bourbon and the oldest issue of hustler known to man. Anyways, what’s it to ya buddy? What’s your fucking damage? Oh really?…Yeah, I was a ranger once, but those days are over. I’m through with that shit. But? But what you dumb bastard? You don’t know one fucking thing about how I feel, got it? Now shaddup and buy me a drink. I tell ya, It ain’t fuckin’ easy bein’ green…
(Source: darkamelot, via pikaboo-hoo)
