I Think She's Having Hysterics. Maybe You

I Held You In My Hands, Wanderer, And You Were Beautiful.

Life Sucks, And Then You Die.

Over My Pile Of Ashes

"and You're Worried, Not Because You're Headed To Meet A Houseful Of Vampires, But Because You Think Those Vampires Won't Approve Of You, Correct?” “that's Right,” I Answered Immediately, Hiding My Surprise At His Casual Use Of The Word. He Shook His Head. “you're Incredible."

When I Told You I Didn't Want You It Was The Blackest Kind Of Blasphemy