Being Called A 'bad Citizen' Is A

There's Never A Dearth Of Reasons To Shoot At The President.

Her Death Would Leave Me Scattered, Talking To Chairs And Pillows. Don't Let Us Die, I Want To Cry Out To That Fifth-century Sky Ablaze With Mystery And Spiral Light. Let Us Both Live Forever, In Sickness And Health, Feebleminded, Doddering, Toothless, Liver-spotted, Dim-sighted, Hallucinating. Who Decides These Things? What Is Out There? Who Are You?

Everything Is Barely Weeks. Everything Is Days. We Have Minutes To Live.

A Catholic Is Raised With The Idea That He Will Die Any Minute Now And If He Doesn't Live His Life In A Certain Way, This Death Is An Introduction To An Eternity Of Pain.

Look Past The Violence. There Is A Wonderful Brimming Spirit Of Innocence And Fun.