Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.

She's a nice girl, but her bad girl's better.

Too many heroes stepping on too many toes, too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no.

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.

I'm a tiger when I want love, but I'm a snake if we disagree.

Everyone is from somewhere, even if you've never been there.