The universe has way to much "everything" in it..

Before I go away for a while, I will say: Ukraine must win!

I am joining the writers strike. No writing will happen until they declare it over.

Free the spies from their boxes.

To figure it out, get it out, and shake it like nothing is there, but your naked body, melting by the flames, the burning of what is lost, perhaps what is gained, the cup size of her bra.

Where are all the rats? They are singing in the rain about baby showers!

Hear the whales by sinking vessels, all or nothing then zero takes over, evil goes inwards, watches the big mirror collapse upon itself, hunger for memories, clouds seem to remove, sweet streets wet with ideas.