Death And The End Of One's Life

The Name Is Schitt," He Replied. "jack Schitt.

Words Are Like Leaves,. . .like People Really, Fond Of Their Own Society.

Because There's Someone Else Here In East Carmin. Someone Hopelessly Unsuitable. It's All A Really Bad Idea And Will Lead To Trouble Of The Worst Sort. But No Matter What, Every Minute In Her Presence Makes My Life A Minute More Complete.

Two Minds With But A Single Thought, Two Hearts That Beat As One.

Once Upon A Midnight Dreary, While I Pondered Weak And Weary, O’er A Plan To Venge Myself Upon That Cursed Thursday Next- This Eyre Affair, So Surprising, Gives My Soul Such Loath Despising, Here I Plot My Temper Rising, Rising From My Jail Of Text. “get Me Out!” I Said, Advising, “pluck Me From This Jail Of Text- Or I Swear I’ll Wring Your Neck!