I'll pour a cup to you my darling, raise it up, say Cheerio.
Too many temples where we could worship the beast.
The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.
I don't know about carry out, but you can carry me off to bed.
To tell the truth, I'd scare me too.
He is the God of nothing, if that is all you can see. He is the God of everything, he's inside you and me.