Snarls And Sobs Show That A Love

I'm Being Treated Like A Sex Object, Cried The Lady. No Matter. I Will Take Care Of It, Said Time Soothingly.

Yearning Wants Mostly To Perpetuate Itself.

Until I Am Ready To Lose Weight, I Cannot See How Fat I Am.

The Absolute Has Moved Into The Fortress Of The Absurd.

The Ravaged Face In The Mirror Hides The Enchanting Youth That Is The Real Me.