I Don't Want To Die. Damn Death.

White Wine Is Like Electricity. Red Wine Looks And Tastes Like A Liquified Beefsteak.

Very Gratefully, With Grateful Appreciation, With Sincere Appreciative Gratitude, In Appreciatively Grateful Sincerity Of Regret, He Declined.

We Are Bound Together By The Sympathy Of Our Antipathies.

No One Would Think He'd Make Such A Beautiful Corpse.

I Am, A Stride At A Time. A Very Short Space Of Time Through Very Short Time Of Space.