Bats Have No Bankers And They Do

One Must Be Ruthless With One's Own Writing Or Someone Else Will Be.

We Have Reason To Be Afraid. This Is A Terrible Place.

That Is Our ‘pointed Task. Love & Die.

I Cry. Evil Dissolves, & Love, Like Foam; That Love. Prattle Of Children Powers Me Home, My Heart Claps Like The Swan's Under A Frenzy Of Who Love Me & Who Shine.

Two Daiquiris Withdrew Into A Corner Of A Gorgeous Room And One Told The Other A Lie.