Jas, You Are Three Hundred

I've Never Had Anyone Say They Love Me Before. Libby Lobes Me, That Is True, But There Is Something A Bit Menacing About The Way She Says It.

Looking Out Of The Window At The Infinite Sky, I Prayed Out, 'dear Baby Jesus, I Am Sorry For My Sin, Even Though I Do Not Know What They Are, Which Seems A Bit Unfair If It Is Going To Be Held Against Me. But That Is Your Way. And I Am Not Questioning Your Wisdomosity. In Future, However, Would It Be Possible For My Life To Be Not So Entirely Crap? Thank You.

Shakespeare Is Just Some Bloke Who Keeps Ranting "what Light Trough Yonder Window Breaks" Its The Moon For God Sakes!

You Are Not Ashamed Of Our Luuurve, Are You, Jas?' 'look, Shut Up, People Might Hear.' 'what Do You Mean, The People Who Live In The Telephone?

Who Wouldn't Want To See Some Owl Eggs?" I Said, "come On Then, They Are Down Here." He Said, "tallulah, The Answer To Who Wouldn't Want To See Some Owl Eggs Is... Me!!!!