Not you again, I thought you died. I thought you were killed on your wedding night. Not you again, hypocrite. You've come to ask me to kill you again, is that it?.
Like a ring gone down the drain. Our love in sunlight, at evening, pain. Like vermin Roman sewers bring. Pain and love, oh yeah, are the same thing. Are the same thing....
The word came first. In the beginning, came the word. Words can hurt. Let me speak the living word. The living word. . Rolling thumbs; enough for the wise.
By all accounts, accounts it's true. Not that it matters much, much to the blue. To the blue, to the blue. Heather Burns went, went to the field. To gather robin's eggs, eggs for her meal.
Mystery mail. It read: "I hope this finds you well". To no avail. You tipped the scale. Now I'll see you in Hell. . Sailing over this story's arc. A cardboard box that missed its mark.
The secretary. Said the prices vary. To cast in one's image. So I made the pilgrimage. . Meet me at the mannequin gallery. . She told me a story. About the model lady.
Mariah is aware. That most cabs won't go down there. Brimming with desire. Mariah. . Eager, burning tears. From thirty-thousand years. Welling up inside her.
Love thine enemy. Love thine enemy. But hate their lack of sincerity. Love thine enemy. . I found this quote in a book and I thought of you. So I walked me out like a moth in the morning dew.