Such An Ego Simply Forbade Certain Lines

A Cloud-congested Caul That Is Alternately Red, Orange, Vermilion, Purple. Sometimes The Clouds Break Apart In Great, Slow Rafts, Letting Through Beams Of Innocent Yellow Sunlight That Are Bitterly Nostalgic For The Summer That Has Gone By.

It's Alright To Feel Fear, But Sometimes A Very Bad Idea To Show It.

Politics Always Change. Stories Never Do.

Formula: Second Draft = First Draft Minus 10%.

They Were Trying To Run, Trying To Hide. But The Rock Would Not Hide Them; The Dead Tree Gave No Shelter.