Believe Me, When I Say; There Are

A Man Kills The Thing He Loves, And He Must Die A Little Himself.

My Feet Are Killing Me." "i Knew Somebody Who Had Feet Like That. They'd Walk All Over Him. Archie Kashanian Was His Name. He Used To Wake Up With Footprints All Over His Chest, All Over His Face. It Was The Death Of Him, Finally.

Here Is A List Of Terrible Things, The Jaws Of Sharks, A Vultures Wings The Rabid Bite Of The Dogs Of War, The Voice Of One Who Went Before, But Most Of All The Mirror's Gaze, Which Counts Us Out Our Numbered Days.

To You Who Have Never Died, May I Say: Welcome To The World!

If You Want To Look Like The People Next Door, You're Probably Smothering Yourself Into Your Dreams.