Hope Is Merely Another Face Of Desire.

I Fink I Gots Deaf On Me Willie.

Foul And Magical Fumes Bubbled Out Of The Kettle, Like The Flatulence Of A Dragon On A Demon-only Diet.

Diogenes Carried A Bowl With Him For Years, But One Day Saw A Man Drinking From His Cupped Palm And Declared, ‘i Have Been A Fool, Burdened All These Years By The Weight Of A Bowl When A Perfectly Good Vessel Lay At The End Of My Wrist.

Enchantment And Seduction Were Fine Means Of Persuasion, But When Time Is Short, An Awkward But Quick Concussion Could Better Serve A Girl's Purpose.

Hope Is Bulletproof, Truth Just Hard To Hit