Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair To be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.
Shakespeare's Sonnets... If you tried to touch my woman she'd break your dick off like a twig then stick it up your arse.
Treachery in DeathIt is the camp law: people going to their death must be deceived to the very end.
This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemenpermanent living peace is permanent living death.
Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit