"Actually, there is no graffiti on our building..."
"There is now..."

I hate television at 4 in the morn. The only enjoyable sitcom they run at this time is X-Files, but, by jove, at this time it is too petrifying! Satanic alien serial killers and massive, dangerous government secrets -- I'd rather watch the painfully tantalizing mattress infomercials.
"What does that have to do with anything? That's like trying to sell a bicycle because McDonald's designed it!"

Loss and Gain

Virtue runs before the muse
And defies her skill,
She is rapt, and doth refuse
To wait a painter's will.

Star-adoring, occupied,
Virtue cannot bend her,
Just to please a poet's pride,
To parade her splendor.

The bard must be with good intent
No more his, but hers,
Throw away his pen and paint,
Kneel with worshippers.

Then, perchance, a sunny ray
From the heaven of fire,
His lost tools may over-pay,
And better his desire.