Fiddle no further, Führer. Rome is built. …
Michael Robbins
You had a woodchuck and an opium ball. …
The moon is my alibi. My tenders throw hissy fits. …
I act like I know it all. But you, …
Half of the Beatles have fallen …
I got a letter from the government. …
I will pull an airplane with my teeth …
By the sparklet of certain ciliates cesium …