Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.

You were bred for humanity and sold to society. One day you'll wake up in the present day, a million generations removed from the expectations of being who you really want to be.

He hears the silence howling catches angels as they fall, and the all time winner has got him by the fun.

Ages passed I knew at last my life had never been.

Did you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real?

Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.

The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.