I’m Not Dead Yet. It’s All Good.

You’re Being Remanded Into Gourish Custody…dead. (a Partini) ‘cause Let’s Face It, Dead Was Just Easier. Or So They Thought.’ (syn)

Come To The Dark Side. We Have Cookies.

As Nietzsche Said, ‘that Which Doesn’t Kill You– ’(alexion) Will Only Require Brief Hospitalization. And If You’re A Dark-hunter, Just A Good Day’s Sleep. (danger)

You Know, Bud, I Don’t Know You From Adam, But That’s My Baby Sister You’re Hanging On To. So I’m Thinking The Wisest Course Of Action For You Is To Let Her Go And Introduce Yourself. Pronto. (rain)

And You Haven’t Been Betrayed Yet, Nick. You Don’t Know What That’s Like. What It Does To You. The Scars It Leaves That Never Fade. (ambrose)