Oh Christ, He Groaned To Himself, If

It Occured To Her That Pleasure, No Matter How Deep, Was A Ghostly, Ephemeral Thing. Love Might Make The World Go Round, But She Was Convinced It Ws The Cries Of The Badly Wounded Andf Deeply Afflicted Which Spun The Universe On The Great Glass Pole Of It's Axis.

Luck's The Word Those With Poor Hearts Use For Ka.

And In The Gunslinger's Mind, Those Words Echoed: You Dare Not.

The Man In Black Travels With Your Soul In His Pocket.

I Win, You Win. You Win, I Win. The Gun, I Win. The Fruit, You Win. I Win, You Win.