I'm Quite Sure More People Fake An

I Mean, Really: What Kind Of Person Could Possibly Dislike Me?

The Whole Point Of Wearing A Disguise Was To Be Seen Wearing Her.

It's That Moon Again, Slung So Fat And Low In The Tropical Night, Calling Out Across A Curdled Sky And Into The Quivering Ears Of That Dear Old Voice In The Shadows, The Dark Passenger, Nestled Snug In The Backseat Of The Dodge K-car Of Dexter's Hypothetical Soul. That Rascal Moon, That Loudmouthed Leering Lucifer, Calling Down Across The Empty Sky To The Dark Hearts Of The Night Monsters Below, Calling Them Away To Their Joyful Playgrounds.

That's Why I Liked Him, I Think. Another Guy Pretending To Be Human, Just Like Me.

A Man Who Discovers His Pants Are On Fire Tends To Have Very Little Time To Worry About Somebody Else's Box Of Matches