Ooh, lunch. No one'll expect. I'd never be invited cause Aniar's gonna be there, but I'll follow and slip some arsenic in his drink. Hee Hee. I love a good murder.
Please, sit down before you fall down.
Belloq, "Raiders of the Lost Ark"
Hey iam Fontroy King of Cloud Cuckoo Land welcome to YWS and you will never guess my real name
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]
Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield. — Billy Collins
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