I Like My Zombies Slow And I

The Bottom Half Of The Page Had Descended Into A Doodle Of A Tiny Man Giving The Middle Finger To A Giant, Angry Eagle With Razor-sharp Talons. Beneath It, The Caption: To Mock A Killing Bird.

Elizabeth Lifted Her Skirt, Disregarding Modesty, And Delivered A Swift Kick To The Creature's Head.

I Want To Be Judged Harshly Because That Forces Me To Really Sit Down And Focus.

Most Men Have No Purpose But To Exist, Abraham; To Pass Quietly Through History As Minor Characters Upon A Stage They Cannot Even See

Any Man Who Has Seen The Face Of Death Knows Better Than To Seek Him Out A Second Time.