They moved together, blue diamonds on a green field.
It's been a long rocky life, with plenty of possibility but too much human ugliness.
Forget us, forget us all, it makes no difference now, but don't forget we loved it when we were alive.
No, she wasn't losing language. She was choking on it.
For fun? Maybe evil is an art form.
While I pride myself on trying to be creative in all areas of my life, I have occasionally gone overboard, like the time I decided to bring to a party a salad that I constructed, on a huge rattan platter, to look like a miniature scale model of the Gardens of Babylon.