Stephenie Meyer Can’t Write Worth A Darn.

Lovecraft Opened The Way For Me, As He Had Done For Others Before Me

This Was The Darker Life, Where Every Truth Was Written Backward.

But It's Hard For A Man To Give Up All His Pleasures, Even When They Don't Pleasure Him No More.

Your Plan And The Stuff That Comes Out Of My Asshole Bear A Suspicious Resemblance To Each Other.

Twas Something Else. I Had Come To Hate Her, You See. I Had Come To Wish Her Dead, And That Was What Held Me Back.