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He Was A Writer And Words Were His Weapons.

The Value Of The Work We Do Is The Value We Give To It.

I Love You Above All Things, Even Pie.

Charlie Had Sophie Strapped To His Chest Like A Terrorist Baby Bomb When He Came Down The Back Steps. She Had Just Gotten To The Point Where She Could Hold Up Her Head, So He Had Strapped Her In Face-out So She Could Look Around. The Way Her Arms And Legs Waved Around As Charlie Walked, She Looked As If She Was Skydiving And Using A Skinny Nerd As A Parachute.

Why Write A Song When No One Can Play The Notes Or Understand The Lyrics?