Sometimes When I Think How Good My

Life Is A Moderately Good Play With A Badly Written Third Act.

I Couldn't Understand A Sense Of Unease That Multiplied Until I Could Hear My Heart Beating.

Hulga The Whole While Hollering Like A Half-slaughtered Hog. (attention, Students Of Literature! Alliteration - Have You Noticed? - Is My Least Vice.)

I Would Have Liked To Have Known Oscar Wilde Because I Think He Must Have Been Very Amusing And Entertaining.

There Were Hints Of Sunrise On The Rim Of The Sky, Yet It Was Still Dark, And The Traces Of Morning Color Were Like Goldfish Swimming In Ink.