Isn't It Funny How Danger Makes People

Something In Me Vibrates To A Dusky, Dreamy Smell Of Dying Moons And Shadows.

The Trouble With Emergencies Is," She Said, "that I Always Put On My Finest Underwear And Then Nothing Happens.

I Believed I Was A Salamander, And It Seems I Am Nothing But An Impediment.

Why Is There Happiness And Comfort And Excitement Where You Are And No Where Else In The World.

Nothing Annoys Me More Than Having The Most Trivial Action Analyzed And Explained.