Bryl-cream, a little dab will do you.
It's a fine line between Saturday night and Sunday morning.
Surrounded by stories surreal and sublime, I fell in Love in the Library once upon a time.
I just thank God I don't live in a trailer.
It's not the tales of Stephen King that I've read, I need protection from the things in my head . . .
The cheating was sweet, but my heart is beat. Don't tear it apart, please by-pass this heart.