Caricature Is Rough Truth.

Swift Doth Young Love Flee, And We Stand Wakened, Shivering From Our Dream.

She Poured A Little Social Sewage Into His Ears.

Earth Knows No Desolation. She Smells Regeneration In The Moist Breath Of Decay.

Jealousy Is Love Bed Of Burning Snarl.

See Ye Not, Courtesy Is The True Alchemy, Turning To Gold All It Touches And Tries?