Well, it's taste, remember. Besides my satire is set while waiting at Love's traffic light, which makes it unique. Pretzels are metaphysical. Did you know a medieval Italian monk invented them in the year 610 in the shape of crossed, praying arms to reward his parish children. Everyone wants me to stick to a few simple points, or maybe no point at all, like the tepid broth those new formalists ladle into their demi tasse.
Twilight chills in the puddles left by evening's rain.
The tiny spider curled on the bulb begins to cast a huge shadow. No wonder time is against us. After thirty years no one admits the measurements. Even Love refuses to come out of its shelter. In Sarajevo, Dedran Smailovic plays Albinoni s Adagio outside the bakery for 22 days where mortars killed 22, and the papers are counting the days till the sniper aims.