I could a tale unfold whose lightest wordWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,Thy knotted and combined locks to part,And each particular hair to stand on endLike quills upon the fretful porpentine.But this eternal blazon must not beTo ears of flesh and blood.List, list, O list!

Then come. Let me send you to see if you have lived your life serving a deity or a dream.

Facts are threatening to those invested in fraud.

Say goodbye to your mom.”Scottie pauses, then keeps going.“Scottie.”“Bye!” she yells.I grab her arm. I could yell at her for wanting to leave, but I don’t. She pulls her arm out of my grasp. I look up to see if anyone is watching us, because I don’t think you’re supposed to aggressively hold children these days. Gone are the days of spanking, threats, and sugar. Now there are therapy, antidepressants, and Splenda.

His eyes widened just a bit, his lips flexed. I realized he was trying not to laugh. I hate it when people find my threats amusing.

Have my moments, Doll, have my moments.

-You are going to die many times my friend- I wispered to him- And many more after I am king.-I fuck kings.

You don't get it boy... This isn't a mudhole... Its an operating table. (KRAKKKKK) And I'm the surgeon.

It was a defeat, resorting to crude threats in a game of subtlety, but sometimes one must sacrifice a battle to win the war.

If you don't remove your hands immediately, I will render you unable to biologically maintain life.