He's watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
Ages passed I knew at last my life had never been.
My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.
Songs from the wood make you feel much better.
Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.
The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.