Feeling - What Authentic Human Fun!

She Really Did Like Me, The Idiot.

It Really Is Better To Be Lucky Than To Be Good.

I Sighed; As Comforting As It May Be To Some Of Us, Sarcasm, Like Youth, Is Wasted On The Young.

But Of Course, There's No Rest For The Wicked, Which I Certainly Am; As I Said, No Rest For The Wicked.

In Its Own Way The Kiss Had Been An Act Of Murder.