Ideas In Modern Russia Are Machine-cut Blocks

I Don't Think In Any Language. I Think In Images.

Dear Jesus, Do Something.

If He Failed The First Time He Took His Driver's Licence Test, It Was Mainly Because He Started An Argument With The Examiner In An Ill-timed Effort To Prove That Nothing Could Be More Humiliating To A Rational Creature Than Being Required To Encourage The Development Of A Base Conditional Reflex By Stopping At A Red Light When There Was Not An Earthly Soul Around, Heeled Or Wheeled. He Was More Circumspect The Next Time, And Passed.

Don't Touch Me; I'll Die If You Touch Me.

The Summer Night Was Starless And Stirless, With Distant Spasms Of Silent Lightning.