The Flesh Of Past Lovers Looks Both

Alone, Lonely People Talk To Themselves. In Company, They Often Continue.

To A Suicide: You Just Poisoned The Wrong Person.

I Would Like To Be A Figment Of My Own Imagination, But Belly And Bowels Will Not Permit.

Publish In Haste And Repent At Leisure.

My Father Liked To Moralize, And So Do I. But He Was In Earnest, While I Am Embarrassed And Pretend That I Am Merely Being Witty.