Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief, if he held a rich man in his hand?

How can you laugh when your mother's hungry? How can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?

Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.

She's a warm fart at Christmas.

The legends lie cradled in the seagulls call, and the promise they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.

A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.

In the beginning Man created God: and in the image of Man created he him.