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.
He's watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
Be sure to leave your underpants with someone you can trust.
I came across Mother Goose, so I turned her loose, she was screaming.
The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.