The Tongue Is The Worst Part Of

Nobody Ever Became Depraved All At Once. [lat., Nemo Repente Fuit Turpissimus.]

There's A Lust In Man, No Charm Can Tame, Of Loudly Publishing Our Neighbor's Shame.

Rare Indulgence Produces Greater Pleasure.

The Smell Of Profit Is Clean And Sweet, Whatever The Source.

Many Suffer From The Incurable Disease Of Writing, And It Becomes Chronic In Their Sick Minds.