Dreams suck the measly essence, leeching away thin blood, a swallowy music’s sugared catch, authentic…

What was once beautiful to gaze upon has been punched so silly that the gloves…

Only slightly different phrasing from that cartooned or captioned on shards and collectible fragments, the…

Belle’s mortal throes, limping into Rochecorbon to a deathbed of roses. Cocteau’s received stigmata perceived…

Her book of golden days, blue hours, and rose (uncounted) minutes. Rushes peeled in freezing…