These are my kind.

I am sorry, but we are the west, the best.

I stole her pizza because of it's power cosmic, to make me perform comedy with a French accent, then I confessed I was going celebate, and she changed into the shape of an ice cube and faded inside a punch bowl, then my eye lit up with the stars above and cannons roared at me, though my abs got strong over years of being wronged and now I will marathon with novels that sound like music.

Some fools fall into holes.

This is just for starters, next who knows, what vengence, flying saucers in the night, the fight the fight the fight, flashing red siren lights, the wheels spin, the cowards must face the long cold mirror of themselves.

The hunger of desire takes a good thing and makes things a plenty, for gorging like zombies do, a feast in the jungle, sold for cheap.

Break your enemies when they break water.

I prefer a persistant jack ass to trail me around so I can lead it into a maze of flowers and then stone it to death, just because the world needs more horses and less people...

Notice the fool.