The rain fell,
Threw him to the ground...
The great lines, you quote, don't
stir me... you know my vexation...
The family pride
goes for the jugular. The rotational...
You have to spell it out.
Where the sun sets...
Far beyond the light years,
I will seek the darkness...
It was a breech birth,
scuttling the forecast...
It was a mixed affair
of love and hate...
Becoming,
antinormal was not a...
I would not bend the
truth. A grape in mouth...
Unresponsive, an
alien ego: I was moving...
The cuckoo gives
a final call...
You had tasted the
salt of a viviparous...