"The jail you planned for me is the one you're gonna rot in."

Note to self: There is no comfort in Hell.

'You a low down dirty dog, that's what's wrong. Time for me to get away from you, and enter into Creation.

'...And your dead body'd be just the welcome mat I need.'

It's been a minute and I got too comfortable. But as spring becomes summer, it's on an poppin'! Some people are not linear enough to be rightly read. My bad...but what doesn't kill will strengthen.

We're playing poker again. Since your cards are on the table, watch how I play my hand...

'fine wit me'

after thirty-days in purgatory, i migrated to another level of hell. during my tenure, it seemed HBO would rebroadcast the film 'the color purple' almost daily. it dawned on me that many of life's little situations could be summed-up with a line of dialogue from the movie. for example, miss sofia, accosted by harpo's new girl, squeak, is expected to leave the juke-joint. "fine wit me", says miss sofia, before the fighting ensues. now how many times have you stayed too long at the party?