Spiral, spin, ride the whirlwind, knowing when the drumming stops, there will be no second dance

Smells Like al-Qaqaa	We are the moon bees, the souls of unborn children	Kiss your pants goodbye, Evil One!	You, with your timid, half-hearted intimacies
This dance is called: Two People, Trying to Occupy the Same Space at the Same Time	What do you mean by 'that pomegranate looks promising'?!	Roppongi Hills	The case for open borders, stated plainly
October 21, 2019	When the girl is the mission	Lightning makes no sound, and until the thunder comes, you are alone with the light	We should do well to take our lesson from the stars
The Tenth Doctor	dialectical behavior therapy	Parallels in the two Star Wars trilogies	Post-Modern Existentialist Dialectics and Jerry Springer
It is not the voice that commands the story; it is the ear.	The muse is a wicked creature	Ruse	tail recursion
That one time Jet-Poop accidentally invaded Poland	It was something that sang out while burning itself up, at the risk that nothing would be left.	I am writing you at dawn, on a train headed west, a farewell letter to be mailed at the first transfer station, before I head off into parts unknown.