Lonely people console themselves with self-absorption or curiosity.
My noisy denunciation trails off in doubt.
Even in writing an annual report, the unconscious plays a role.
Mars and Venus are at it again. This time, Hephaestus is standing by with a private detective, a photographer, and a lawyer.
If you should ever acknowledge my existence, I plan to snub you.
Illusions are hazardous, and so are disillusions.