I Tried Good Taste, But The Strain

Deconstruction: Peering Suspiciously At The Text, I Wait For It To Make A Slip And Betray Itself.

A Successful Restaurant Makes Everything In It, Including The Patrons, Seem A Little Better Than They Are.

Awakening In The Morning Returns Us To Life, And To Awareness Of Death.

I Keep Renaming My Motives, But Continue Doing The Same Things.

Self-analysis Always Cheats.