Mars Is Empty Now. Five Hundred Years

Recreate The World In Your Own Image And Make It Better For Your Having Been Here.

The Train Skimmed On Softly, Slithering, Black Pennants Fluttering, Black Confetti Lost On Its Own Sick-sweet Candy Wind, Down The Hill, With The Two Boys Pursuing, The Air Was So Cold They Ate Ice Cream With Each Breath.

Savory...that's A Swell Word. And Basil And Betel. Capsicum. Curry. All Great. But Relish, Now, Relish With A Capital R. No Argument, That' The Best.

If You Don't Like What You're Doing, Then Don't Do It.

Get The Big Truth First. If You Get The Big Truth, The Small Truths Will Accumulate Around It.