Lovers Always Believe One Another's Sleight-of-hand Tricks.

Don't Tell Me It's Raining When You're Peeing On Me!

Drunks Conjure An Endless Drama From Their Bottles.

My Mind No Longer Has Romantic Abysses, But Has Become Shallow, With Many Little Gaps And Cracks.

Alone, I Am Drunk On My Thoughts; In Company, I Am Sober Again.

Self-realization Sounds Good. But What If Only An Enraged Dwarf Emerges?