The Brilliance of Discussion so often impresses the delicate ears of the Sensitive Conversationalist.
As we thank gods for smaller favors, the evening unwraps itself after another long evening in the Country.
And we can smell these virgins in here: Their nectar flows so obviously.
An idea more singularly metaphorical than ever was endearing.
We'll revisit--tonight--The 1985, complimented with a William Rona
(As we ascend into the Higher Skies of White Trash Forever):
Charging Assaults on Victory!
Like unexpected party guests of whom one is skeptical,
Stray Thought's Blossoms pass.
They sense you, too.