I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q...

I want to be violated by insight.

My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.

But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.

Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.

…kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.

You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.