It's not necrophilia if she still has a pulse...

When the world is mine, then you all will be the 99.9%.

Write to me your most perfect epitaph, or I shall compare a poet to a lecturer. Thou art more Spartan than a ballad monger who makes his living as a Wal-Mart greeter;

What I want is a beautiful and sophisticated piece of ass that happens to be 'bi.

There is no such thing as a dead language, only a dead lay that's a little too quiet for my tastes.