The self-righteous feel no need to be charming, and thus double their offensiveness.
Bad faith makes the most of every ambiguity.
The beloved is the ultimate fetish.
Lovers do all the talking and writing. What are the Beloveds thinking?
Self-inflicted misery smirks under its crown of thorns.
A dense undergrowth of extension cords sustains my upper world of lights, music, and machines of comfort.