Oh Ireland my first and only love Where Christ and Caesar are hand in glove!
The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed.
What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction?
What kind of liberation would that be to forsake an absurdity which is logical and coherent and to embrace one which is illogical and incoherent?
The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.
Love loves to love love.