Clanless, Lawless, Homeless Is He Who Is

Go On With A Spirit That Fears Nothing.

Rock Stars, Is There Anything They Don't Know?

Fear, O Achilles, The Wrath Of Heaven; Think On Your Own Father And Have Compassion Upon Me, Who Am The More Pitiable

Like A Girl, A Baby Running After Her Mother, Begging To Be Picked Up, And She Tugs On Her Skirts, Holding Her Back As She Tries To Hurry Off—all Tears, Fawning Up At Her, Till She Takes Her In Her Arms… That’s How You Look, Patroclus, Streaming Live Tears.

Just Once I'd Like Someone To Call Me 'sir' Without Adding 'you're Making A Scene.'