I'll Teach You How To Jump On

Temper Is A Weapon That We Hold By The Blade.

He Looked At Her Uncomfortably; Blinking, You Know, Like One Not Sure Whether He Was Awake Or Asleep.

Ghosts Were Created When The First Man Awoke In The Night.

Years Rolled On Again, And Wendy Had A Daughter. This Ought Not To Be Written In Ink But In A Golden Splash.

Nothing Is Really Work Unless You Would Rather Be Doing Something Else.