Over The Wine-dark Sea.

Why, You Could Wake Up Dead Tomorrow

I'm Satisfied. It's Straight,...but It's Just So Hot, And I'm Just So Fraustrated.

Not At All Similar Are The Race Of The Immortal Gods And The Race Of Men Who Walk Upon The Earth.

All My Life I've Been An Obese Man Trapped Inside A Fat Man's Body.

But Curb Thou The High Spirit In Thy Breast, For Gentle Ways Are Best, And Keep Aloof From Sharp Contentions.