Love is the last light spoken.
You just wait. I'll sin 'til I blow up!
To begin, at the beginning.
Don't be too harsh to these poems until they're typed. I always think typescript lends some sort of certainty: at least, if the things are bad then, they appear to be bad with conviction.
I have just had eighteen whiskeys in a row. I do believe that is a record.
And now, gentlemen, like your manners, I must leave you.