Mars and Venus are at it again. This time, Hephaestus is standing by with a private detective, a photographer, and a lawyer.
Laughter and tears may not persuade, but they cannot be refuted.
Growth provides novel experiences for youth; decay the same, alas, for age.
Belief forages, moving from pasture to pasture.
A dense undergrowth of extension cords sustains my upper world of lights, music, and machines of comfort.
Always clamping down on excitement is not self-control but fear.