You're Just A Side Dish Not The

I Want Those Young Whipper-snappers To Know That In Days Past We Actually Used To Kill Trees And Make Those Things Called Books.

Every Man Kills The Things That He Loves. Some With A Look, Some With Flattery, The Coward With A Kiss.

Even The Righteous Man Is Just A Sinner Living In Between Sins.

You Want To Put A Band-aid On Something That Needs Stitches.

I Deserved To Find Pleasure That Surpassed My Imagination, Better Than Any I Had Experienced.