Mutilated Corpses With A Chance

That's Why I Liked Him, I Think. Another Guy Pretending To Be Human, Just Like Me.

In Its Own Way The Kiss Had Been An Act Of Murder.

Nothing In Life Is Fair. Fair Is A Dirty Word And I'll Thank You Not To Use That Language Around Me.

The Faster It Ran Away From Me. And I Found Myself Reasoning That Perhaps One More Beer Would Unlock The Doors Of Perception.

I Sighed; As Comforting As It May Be To Some Of Us, Sarcasm, Like Youth, Is Wasted On The Young.