I Want To Be Alone With My

And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.

Rock Stars, Is There Anything They Don't Know?

Bursts As A Wave That From The Clouds Impends, And Swell'd With Tempests On The Ship Descends; White Are The Decks With Foam; The Winds Aloud Howl O'er The Masts, And Sing Through Every Shroud: Pale, Trembling, Tir'd, The Sailors Freeze With Fears; And Instant Death On Every Wave Appears.

It Is No Bad Thing To Be A King-to See One's House Enriched And One's Authority Enhanced.

When A Woman Says Nothing's Wrong, That Means Everything's Wrong. And When A Woman Says Everything's Wrong, That Means Everything's Wrong! And When A Woman Says Something's Not Funny, You'd Better Not Laugh Your Ass Off!