I Still Haven't Quite Got Used To

As Many Truths As Men. Occasionally, I Glimpse A Truer Truth, Hiding In Imperfect Simulacrums Of Itself, But As I Approach, It Bestirs Itself & Moves Deeper Into The Thorny Swamp Of Dissent.

Often I Think Boys Don’t Become Men. Boys Just Get Papier-mâchéd Inside A Man’s Mask. Sometimes You Can Tell The Boy Is Still In There.

If Swans Weren't Real Myths'd Make Up.

To Fool A Judge, Feign Fascination, But To Bamboozle The Whole Court, Feign Boredom.

All Revolutions Are The Sheerest Fantasy Until They Happen; Then They Become Historical Inevitabilities.