Poetry Is Just So Emo." He Said.

If I'm Too Old To Be Emo, How Do You Account For The Very Emo And Very Old Edgar Allan Poe? Checkmate!

I Ran Like A Cheetah - Well, Like A Cheetah That Smoked Too Much.

That Was Part Of Her, And You Used To Know It. It's Like Now You Only Care About The Alaska You Made Up.

So I Wasn't Lying, Exactly. I Was Just Choosing Among Truths.

Sometimes You Lose A Battle. But Mischief Always Wins The War