If The Doctors Cure Then The Sun

Even So, I Must Admire Your Skill. You Are So Gracefully Insane.

My Eyes, Those Sluts, Those Whores, Would Play No More.

There Once Was A Miller With A Daughter As Lovely As A Grape. He Told The King That She Could Spin Gold Out Of Common Straw. The King Summoned The Girl And Locked Her In A Room Full Of Straw And Told Her To Spin It Into Gold Or She Would Die Like A Criminal. Poor Grape With No One To Pick. Luscious And Round And Sleek. Poor Thing. To Die And Never See Brooklyn. (rumpelstiltskin)

Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm Borrowed. Now I'm Numb.

In An Old Time There Was A King As Wise As A Dictionary.