Snowman wakes before dawn.

We understand more than we know.

I am afraid of falling into hopeless despair, over my wasted life, and I am still not sure how it happened.

Despite their cool poses they wear their cravings on the outside, like the suckers on a squid. They want it all.

I don't find the idea of sewing degrading. A thing is degrading when you are forced to do it, through economic reasons or through slavery or some other form of compulsion.

History, as I recall, was never this winsome, and especially not this clean, but the real thing would never sell: most people prefer a past in which nothing smells.

The astrologers would tell that the U.S. is ruled by fire and Canada is ruled by water. Short version: You pep us up, we cool you down.