People complain about the bad things that happen to em that they don't deserve but they seldom mention the good. About what they done to deserve them things.

When he went back to the fire he knelt and smoothed her hair as she slept and he said if he were God he would have made the world just so and no different.

They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.

People complain about the bad things that happen to em that they don't deserve but they seldom mention the good. About what they done to deserve them things.

There is a moon shaped rictus in the streetlamp's globe where a stone has gone and from this aperture there drifts down through the constant helix of aspiring insects a faint and steady rain of the same forms burnt and lifeless.

You keep runnin that mouth and I'm goin to take you back there and screw you.

There is no greater monster than reason.