Invest in a feather duster - the possibilities are endless.
I love New Orleans physically. I love the trees and the balmy air and the beautiful days. I have a beautiful house here.
Aren't there gradations of evil? Is evil a great perilous gulf into which one falls with the first sin, plummeting to the depth?
How pathetic it is to describe these things which can't truly be described.
I think to feel this happy is to be miserable, to feel this much satisfaction is to burn.
As for oblivion, well, we can wait a little while for that.