^ woke up where the clouds were far behind him,
where troubles melt like lemon drops, high above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find him.
DIE SPAMMERS DIE
'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. ~George Carlin