Oh, I'll Enjoy Myself. I Want To

Some Issues Stay Fresh Every Time You Open Them Up. It's Like Evil Magical Tupperware -- It Stays Fresh Forever.

I Laid My Hand On Top Of Theirs, And All I Could Think Was, Is This How Revolutions Begin? Not With A Proclamation Or A Riot, But With A Few People In A Room Somewhere With Their Hands Clasped And A Purpose.

I Wasn't Crying, My Eyes Were Running. My Eyes Were Running Because There Were Pieces Of Zombies All Over My Toys. Jesus.

My Right Hand Was Sort Of Casually Near My Gun, Without Looking Like I Was Reaching For My Gun. It Wasn't Easy. Reaching For A Gun Usually Looks Like Reaching For A Gun. No One Seemed To Notice Though. Goody For Our Side.

I Am Sincere, Ma Petite, Even When I Lie.