Silly Girls Your Heads Full Of Boys

Just When I Thought There Wasn't Room Enough For Another Thought In My Head, I Had This Great Idea—

Until Only Infinity Remained Of Beauty

The Winter Does What It Can For Its Children.

This Whole Moment Is The Groin Of A Borborygmic Giant Who Even Now Is Rolling Over On Us In His Sleep.

... The First Step Of The Terrible Journey Toward Feeling Somebody Should Act, That Ends In Utter Confusion And Hopelessness, East Of The Sun And West Of The Moon.