You think I'm not a goddess? Try me. This is a torch song. Touch me and you'll burn.
Do back exercises. Pain is distracting.
It's in Macbeth: "The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon." I seldom have occasion to pull it out, but it's ready and waiting!
Starlet sex scandal. Giant squid involved.
Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out.
The future of narrative? Built in, part of the human template. Not going away.