1678.

Why do you believe
the person with just questions
will have your answers?

1677.

The progress of the
world's assimilation is
making us Stepford.

1676.

We are cannibals,
devouring the tender
insides like sweet meat.

1675.

I tend these scars so
abrasively that they will
not heal. Memory.

1674.

You are a drug that
feeds the same senses getting
numb. Heart extremes.

1673.

All these petals in
bloom seduce as a prelude
to steady murder.

1672.

We are so scared of
shadows as monsters that we
forget the ones seen.