The Waxing and Waning

As my attention wanes, my tension waxes.

How lovely is the moon on a moonless night.

The weight of the world is more upon my lower back than actual shoulders.

Buy Goo Newtons. Now with even more trans-fat.



Doctors In Spring Never Even Yell Such Utterly Colorful Kingly Stories.

Long live Eek! the Cat!