celebrating piety in and among the pies

Being surrounded, and yet escaping, is the least dangerous of icons that a breath of sour air can ignite.

I'm dreaming of living in a condo in the city. Then, I awoke to find myself dreaming of living in a condo in the city.

Walk to work, walk to shops, walk to the movies, walk a block. Yes, noise, yes, neighbours.

No, cutting grass, no, shoveling snow.

Building a boat to Oslo, one of the ones made of quack and slippery.

Pink is the colour. I should know.