All My Life I've Been An Obese

Money Can Be Exchanged For Goods And Services!

Anger, Which, Far Sweeter Than Trickling Drops Of Honey, Rises In The Bosom Of A Man Like Smoke.

And Here I Am Using My Own Lungs Like A Sucker.

Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil Shall Be Done And Shall Admit No Cure.

I've Gone Back In Time To When Dinosaurs Weren't Just Confined To Zoos.