Tyler

Ale-stuporous, autoerotique Efflorescence.

Gothickally depressive and Westeringly manic, maniatropick Detectors a-jangle.

Blinking in Exhaustion by now chronick, bursting into tears inconsolable.

Encyclopedistick, perhaps even Masonick.

Never mind when,— shall it end?

The film adaptation would be much improved if Harrison Ford wore a lead codpiece

I never forfeit an opportunity to whip out my Strunk in earnest

The haters just feeling crabby