My Heart's In My Hand, And My

To Achieve Harmony In Bad Taste Is The Height Of Elegance.

The Pimp Has A Grin, Never A Smile.

They Spent Their Time Doing Nothing... They Let Intimacy Fuse Them.

Every Premeditated Murder Is Always Governed By A Preparatory Ceremonial And Is Always Followed By A Propitiatory Ceremonial. The Meaning Of Both Eludes The Murderers Mind.

Poetry Is The Break (or Rather The Meeting At The Breaking Point) Between The Visible And The Invisible.