Money: Power At Its Most Liquid.

My Mother's Mild-eyed Sadness Looks At Me From The Eyes Of Those I Love.

Lovers Do All The Talking And Writing. What Are The Beloveds Thinking?

A Well-paid Occupation Is Seldom Spoken Of As "rewarding.

A Dense Undergrowth Of Extension Cords Sustains My Upper World Of Lights, Music, And Machines Of Comfort.

Vice Is A Dreary Business. And Virtue Is Not A Lot Of Fun, Either.