Leaves Turned To Soil Beneath My Feet.

Sometimes The Fluffy Bunny Of Incredulity Zooms Around The Bend So Rapidly That The Greyhound Of Language Is Left, Agog, In The Starting Cage.

Times Are You Say A Person's B'liefs Ain't True, They Think You're Sayin' Their Lifes Ain't True An' Their Truth Ain't True.

Truth Is Singular. Its 'versions' Are Mistruths.

One Fine Day A Predatory World Shall Consume Itself.

Mother Used To Say Escape Is Never Further Than The Nearest Book.