the road is life

Dark-bright fire lit eyes

Life is like a B-picture script.

The whiskey kicked like a mugger.

Books are the mirrors of the soul.

The earth is buzzing with metapho

Guilt is the toothache of the soul.

Time is the moving image of eternity.

It's a mind, it works by metaphor.

Admiration is the daughter of ignorance.

...as vivid and fabulous as a unicorn...

All that is transitory is but a metaphor.

Only with a leafcan I talk of the forest,

Life's a climb. But the view is great.

Alarm stole over me on little kitten feet.