There's a bit of magic in everything, and some loss to even things out.
I'd harbored hopes that the intelligence that once inhabited novels or films would ingest rock. I was, perhaps, wrong.
Eve kissed Able, that's how he got murdered by Cain.
I've made love to my mother, killed my father, and my brother. What am I to do?
Some people drink to unleash their libidos, and other people drink to prop up their egos.
I'd breed a little liberal army in the wood, just like these redneck lunatics I see at the local bar with their tribe of mutant inbred piglets.