I Am Entirely Alone. I And My

There Is A Striking Resemblance Between The Act Of Love And The Ministrations Of A Torturer.

We Must All Make Do With The Rags Of Love We Find Flapping On The Scarecrow Of Humanity.

With That, The Poignant Charm Vanished. Inside The Fifth Machine, All Was Rampant Malignity. Deformed Flowers Thrust Monstrous Horned Tusks And Trumpets Ending In Blaring Teeth Through The Crimson Walls, Rending Them; The Ravenous Garden Slavered Over Its Prey And Every Brick Was Shown In The Act Of Falling. Amid The Violence Of This Transformation, The Oblivion Of The Embrace Went On. The Awakened Girl, In All Her Youthful Loveliness, Still Clasped In The Arms Of A Lover From Whom All The Flesh Had Fallen. He Was A Grinning Skeleton.

Women's Sexy Underwear Is A Minor But Significant Growth Industry Of Late-twentieth-century Britain In The Twilight Of Capitalism.

I Know That Whenever A Group Of Women Are Gathered Together, The Grandmother Always Makes A Phantom Appearance, Hovering Above Them.