The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.

She's a warm fart at Christmas.

I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.

The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.

Actor of the low IQ, let's hear your view.

Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun. No sense in sitting there hating everyone.

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