The Truth Of A Myth...is Not In

But No, We Cross, Crisscross, And Recross Our Old Tracks Like Figure Skaters.

The Most Malicious God Is The God Of The Counted Chicken.

If Only,’ Shiroyama Dreams, ‘human Beings Were Not Masks Behind Masks Behind Masks. If Only This World Was A Clean Board Of Lines And Intersections. If Only Time Was A Sequence Of Considered Moves And Not A Chaos Of Slippages And Blunders.

Lying's Wrong, But When The World Spins Backwards, A Small Wrong May Be A Big Right.

Little Girls Are Like Old Cats. If They Don't Like You Nothing On Earth Will Make Them Pretend To.