The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.
A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.
I don't know about carry out, but you can carry me off to bed.
Too many temples where we could worship the beast.
Hold your head up to the gun of a million cathode ray tubes aired at your tiny skull.
We'll have Superman for President, let Robin save the day.