Any society's upper-crust is riddled with immorality, how else d'you think they keep their power? Reputation is king of the public sphere, not private. It is dethroned by public acts.

The rain's innumerable hooves spatter on the streets and roofs.

Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.

Your turn has come to sift through the dreck of humanity for rare specks of originality

As long as you can Houdini your way out of the Sisyphean constraints then originality happens.

Faith, the least exclusive club on Earth, has the craftiest doorman. Every time I've stepped through its wide-open doorway, I find myself stepping out on the street again.

One's ribs shouldn't be prison bars.