There Are Only Two Things You Can

You're Up To Something," I Said. He Turned, Eyes Wide, Long Fingers Pressed To His Heart. "moi?" "yeah, You.

There's No One So Self-righteous As Someone Policing Someone Else's Morality.

In Chains And Darkness, Wherefore Should I Stay, And Mourn In Prison, While I Keep The Key.

Would You Truly Sleep With Strangers?" "i Don't Know, I Haven't Met The Strangers Yet.

I Got Out My Jar Of Ointment. I Knew Animators Who Had Special Containers For The Ointment. Crockery, Hand-blown Glass, Mystical Symbols Carved Into The Sides. I Used An Old Mason Jar That Had Once Held Grandma Blake's Green Beans. Larry Fished Out A Peanut Butter Jar With The Label Still On It. Extra-crunchy. Yum-yum.