The Turtle Couldn't Help Us.

I’m So Afraid That All I Can Reach Will Lead Me To All I Dare Not See.

Love Among The Ruins... I'll Tell You Something, My Friend: Weird Love's Better Than No Love At All.

And Then Woe Is You, Pauly. Woe To The Max.

The Muses Are Ghosts, And Sometimes They Come Uninvited.

One Only Wishes Wayne Lapierre And His Nra Board Of Directors Could Be Drafted To Some Of These Scenes, Where They Would Be Required To Put On Booties And Rubber Gloves And Help Clean Up The Blood, The Brains, And The Chunks Of Intestine Still Containing The Poor Wads Of Half-digested Food That Were Some Innocent Bystander's Last Meal.