Because The Hardest Boss A Man Can

The Unconscious Mind Writes Poetry If It's Left Alone.

Her Body Was Wrapped In Shadows Like Moth Wings, Like Rose-petals.

There Are Really Very Few Economies Of Scale In Centralising Or Standardising Advertising.

You Can See The Goldenrod, That Most Tenacious And Pernicious And Beauteous Of All New England Flora, Bowing Away From The Wind Like A Great And Silent Congregation.

Sometimes The Things Presented To Us As Choices Aren't Choices At All.