To tell the truth, I'd scare me too.
Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief, if he held a rich man in his hand?
Be sure to leave your underpants with someone you can trust.
Hold your head up to the gun of a million cathode ray tubes aired at your tiny skull.
A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.
The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.