Her Majesty Is One Verb

Cash Is Always The Deciding Factor In Such Matters Of Moral Politics; Nothing Ever Gets Done Unless Motivated By Commerce Or Greed.

I Didn't Set Out To Discover A Truth. I Was Actually Sent To The Outer Fringes To Conduct A Chair Census And Learn Some Humility. But The Truth Inevitably Found Me, As Important Truths Often Do, Like A Lost Thought In Need Of A Mind.

Goodness Is Weakness, Pleasantness Is Poisonous, Serenity Is Mediocrity And Kindness Is For Losers. The Best Reason For Committing Loathsome And Detestable Acts – And Let’s Face It, I Am Considered Something Of An Expert In This Field – Is Purely For Their Own Sake. Monetary Gain Is All Very Well, But It Dilutes The Taste Of Wickedness To A Lower Level That Is Obtainable By Almost Anyone With An Overdeveloped Sense Of Avarice. True And Baseless Evil Is As Rare As The Purest Good.

Once Upon A Midnight Dreary, While I Pondered Weak And Weary, O’er A Plan To Venge Myself Upon That Cursed Thursday Next- This Eyre Affair, So Surprising, Gives My Soul Such Loath Despising, Here I Plot My Temper Rising, Rising From My Jail Of Text. “get Me Out!” I Said, Advising, “pluck Me From This Jail Of Text- Or I Swear I’ll Wring Your Neck!

Sometimes I Don't Know Whether I'm Thening Or Nowing.