#1562

"In Your Eyes," the song goes,
"the resolution of all my fruitless
searches," only what I see in your

eyes is fruitless, and what Shelley
might have called "luminous green
orbs" look like turbid wastelands,

capable of ruining any day I might
have you nipping at my heels. This
is what I think about her, but don't

dare say, she's too young to know
anything about wastelands, I'm an
old scorpion with mud of my own.



#1573

This guy thinks he knows
what's really real, writes a
book, I do the same thing:
but wh...