A very lovely tigress stopped me in Hobby Lobby and admired my belt, while I was admiring her.  A vision.  She was very beautiful.  I gave her a thing off the belt, and she seemed to like it.  I have not talked to such a dreamboat in years.      Oh God I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on thy heart.

     I read this in something by someone smart, probably Isaac Asimov or one of the other usual suspects.  A "friend" challenged me on the mechanics of gravity, like I had any idea of what I was talking about, and pointed out that there were things afoot at the quantum level.  Whoa!  Game, set and match right there.      There is no spoon.

     Here we see the very heart of the beast.  If nothing happened, then why should I go to this site? An excellent question, one worthy of a well reasoned and thoughtful response.      We are alone in a frightful place of pain, desolation and sorrow.

     On my journey to enlightenment, I have come to the gates of Horn and Ivory.  The demons guarding them are absolutes, one Always lies, the other Always tells the truth.  As I arrive they are having a dispute.  It turns out that I may have to wait for admittance.  I will keep y'all updated as developments ensue.

     I always thought that I would make a great king or what have you.  Here one can see my rule degenerate into paranoia and cruelty.  As I order the execution of a blameless and loyal messenger, my Grand Vizier is making his move.  Although blessed with a full treasury, loyal subjects and awesome military power, my suspicion has allowed those of the unscrupulous persuasion to take advantage of my youth and inexperience to further their own nefarious plans.  This does not bode well for me or the Lapin Kingdom.      I will certainly end up hanging by my heels in front of some gas station.

     Here I take an expensive diving knife and behold! it is transformed into a cheap kris.  I like making things, often out of better things.  Here lies a parallel or two.

     But the hope that was in Rainsford's brain when he climbed died, for he saw in the shallow valley that General Zaroff was still on his feet.  But Ivan was not.  The knife, driven by the recoil of the springing tree, had not wholly failed...      "Nerve, nerve, nerve!"  he panted, as he dashed along.  A blue gap showed between the trees dead ahead.  Ever nearer drew the hounds.  Rainsford forced himself on toward that gap.  He reached it.  It was the shore of the sea.  Across a cove he could see the gloomy gray stone of chateau.  Tweny feet below him the sea rumbled and hissed.  Rainsford hesitated.  He heard the hounds.       Then he leaped far out into the sea.                                ...