I mean, it's not really for me. But I guess that might be because I don't really have that many enemies, so would be a bit of a non-spectacle... But maybe neither is the meaning of life, if we can't agree on them?
My pile of grey plastic and unpainted mdf has grown, more than it has been decreased by the things that I have been finishing, but…
I’ve been feeling as though the one or two things I mash together from the ever growing collection of random bits provides enough endorphins to justify the random ”ooh, that’ll be cool, gotta get a box of that” moments.
pretty sure I’ll end up with some Ash Wastes things
~”When I was a child I had childish things. Now that I am an adult I have many more childish things, I cannot stress how much cooler this is”-misquote from somewhere
Sounds like 1 Corinthians 13:11 to me. But the message is just slightly off. "When I was a child, I used to speak as a child, to think as a child, to reason as a child; but now that I have become a man, I have done away with the traits of a child."
Or 'boys don't grow up. Their toys just get bigger' and more expensive, and don't get enough use.