If War's First Victim Is Truth, Its

Sometimes The Fluffy Bunny Of Incredulity Zooms Around The Bend So Rapidly That The Greyhound Of Language Is Left, Agog, In The Starting Cage.

...it’s Not Just The Person Who Fills A House, It’s Their I’ll Be Back Later!s, Their Toothbrushes And Unused Hats And Coats, Their Belongingnesses.

I Am, Emphatically. Mental Illness Triggered By Xperimental Error.

Taro Taught Me That People Respect Spirit, But Even Cowards Don't Respect Cowards.

The Rain's Innumerable Hooves Spatter On The Streets And Roofs.