I can hear birds singing but they don’t sound at all like the birds I knew. These are mocking and possessed. I imagine they have deformed bodies with glowing eyes, leading the wagon to my...

Rail longer than train cars ; and the hope than our reasons. (Rail plus long que les wagons ; – Et l’espoir que nos raisons.)

I still have wagon splinters stuck to my ass, from when my high school coach made me ride the bench.

An ice sculpture in the Sahara makes about as much sense as donkey left open gaping wagon, Sergeant (add cream cheese sparingly).