The opaque civility
takes a big toll. The fledglings...

Patenting the human genes;
fence-sitters...

If a gadget turns
you on, and I cannot...

To live or not
to live like a zero...

Partly stripped, head shaven
for a royal revelation of eternal scars...

Living,
in the wounds...

The nightingale was
very sad. Nobody...

The shovel
moves the wet earth...

Talk of politics,
and the auction begins...

Since my ash has
blown in your mirror...

Don’t let me go.
over the cork, a bottle...

A dark secret
of double standard...