Pine Needle Sorbet? Pine Needle Sorbet?! My

The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming Sea Into A Sky All Brazen-all One Brightening For Gods Immortal And For Mortal Men On Plowlands Kind With Grain.

Is He Not Sacred, Even To The Gods, The Wandering Man Who Comes In Weariness?

Kids Are Great. You Can Teach Them To Hate What You Hate And, With The Internet And All, They Practically Raise Themselves.

If They Think I'm Going To Stop At That Stop Sign, They're Mistaken!

Look Now How Mortals Are Blaming The Gods, For They Say That Evils Come From Us, But In Fact They Themselves Have Woes Beyond Their Share Because Of Their Own Follies.