It's the school exam and the kids have run away. Klawchat.

Now I know how Joan of Arc felt. Klawchat.

My features form with a change in the weather. Klawchat.

In this journey, you're the journal, I'm the journalist. Klawchat.

One good day of the week and I'll be up again. Klawchat.

On this battlefield, no one wins. Klawchat.

You'd better learn your lesson well. Klawchat.

The in-crowd say it's cool to dig this chatting thing. Klawchat.

Got a loaded imagination being fired by Klawchat.

This is a low-flying panic attack. Klawchat.

An afterlife for a silverfish? No, just Klawchat.

How can I put this in a way so as not to offend or unnerve? It's Klawchat.

Klawchat. Making no compromise with the public taste.

How strange it is to be anything at all. Klawchat.

Let a sucker slide once, then I break his neck. Klawchat.