The Persian cats twitch off the love in caresses and kittens, while we bats carry it deep into our stalactite-furnished cave-scenes, to dwell amid echoes and the stark symphonies of the dark:
Too tired to swim and indifferent to direction, I float along current-compelled to with tranquil and grateful bewilderment comply to the direction of the river Goddess...
Crackled to virtual-life with 300 prozac-watts, deep in the frosty core of a vast white-picket-fenced Hades, this empathically radio-active mutant-spook
Conceived in the arctic core of hell, this empathically radio-active spook who has launched a fur-flying data "blitzkrieg," exposing uber-powerful under-worlds to newspaper sun-light
Rain Fell In The Shopping Mall!; “code red, code red,” the robots screeching wail. On the Meta-phone, the sharp-spectacled Vivivication DemonictoR hissed snakishly:
