If Your Words're True, They're Armed.

I Still Haven't Quite Got Used To Eating Live Fish.

Your Turn Has Come To Sift Through The Dreck Of Humanity For Rare Specks Of Originality

Eva. Every Day I've Climbed Up The Belfry Chanting A Lucky Chant At One Syllable Per Beat, "to-day-to-day-let-her-be-here-to-day-to-day.

A Mountain You're Plannin' On Climbin' Ain't The Same As The One You Ain't. It Ain't So Pretty.

I Wonder If You Encountered This Dictum First Spoken By A Twentieth-century Statesman: "an Abyss Cannot Be Crossed In Two Steps.