How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation?

Conventional Good Looks scale	Detaching your arm and hurling it at your enemies	It's as easy to write bad poetry as it is to breathe	How to use your computer as an entertainment center
One man's trash is another man's treasure	Her smile could light up a three-story building	I didn't know what to say	bad poetry
I'm going to take five of those six exclamation points and drive them into the soft flesh under your fingernails	How can we face these dazzling things, I ask you?	God on learning to play music	How to stuff a turkey
The empire never ended	My hands, a backrub, a cup of tea, my shoulder, my lips, my silence	Why the United States rules	F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Introverted Thinker whines	Maybe because we like to cry. Maybe because neither of us can believe.	You've been slowly taking me over for nearly a year, do you know that?	His eyes look out at me from people that I meet