Stop inviting walls into wide open spaces.

If we really do get what we give then I give up, so I can get up.

There was a typewriter buried alive in that horse, the one I road to get out of the flood.

Even good hearts know how to turn bad touch and genocide into clichés just to make room for more comfort.

We can stick anything into the fog and make it look like a ghost.

If we were created in God’s image, then when God was a child he smushed fire ants with his fingertips and avoided tough questions.

You're not the only piece of patchwork birds can pull worms from.