Deconstruction glorifies the critic, humiliates the author, and makes the reader wonder why he bothered.
Something is sticking out its tongue at me from the corner of my mirror.
Like other secret lovers, many speak mockingly about popular culture to conceal their passion for it.
When I am bored with myself, I try to find someone to listen to me.
Silence kills scandal.
Rhyme and meter force gaps in meaning so the muse can enter.