Nobody Died. How Can You Kill An

But I Have Always Thought That These Tulips Must Have Had Names. They Were Red, And Orange And Red, And Red And Orange And Yellow, Like The Ember In A Nursery Fire Of A Winter's Evening. I Remember Them.

Dahling, When God Put Teeth In Your Mouth, He Ruined A Perfectly Good Arsehole.

Parameters Are The Things You Bounce Off To Create Art.

Leave No Path Untaken.

Identity Can Be So Gelatinous Sometimes.