Guns don't kill people.

Guns don't kill people.

People kill people. Guns kill guns. It stands to reason. Aristotle would have said this, if he'd had a gun.

The metaphor remains. We can as well say that people have always killed people and only the means for doing that have changed in time. They used rocks, blades, guns... and they'll

dance if they want to. People will leave their friends behind. Murder and dance, that has always been the self-eating serpent of human kind. This bullet of wisdom burned right into

His cardiovascular system. It was a shot to the heart, with only himself to blame. Our fatal dance patterns gave love a bad name.

So we were bad dancers, but no one, no one, no one ever is to blame. It was love we wanted, dead or alive. I'm only human" he told me "but think about it--there must be higher love

out there, somewhere." Just then, Ted's wacky next-door neighbor, Finnetz walked by. "Not where I come from, buddy-boy my friend." He tossed Ted a Morocco snowglobe and rounded the

corner with the speed of speedy gonzalez, which is was quite impressive. I shoved my flaccid organ back into my levis and chased after the bastard.

expect it to be. I ran after the man for I needed to know how to change back to normal. Having this tail is way too cumbersome. He looked back at me and ran into the subway