Some people are so beautiful they belong everywhere that they go.
Fidel narrates the home video: See the women on the beach? Beauty.
The walls pull apart like a troubled couple, finally deciding to hold.
The main thing a poet tries to do, above all things, is to write a poem.
I looked out at the busy world, and I saw nothing but its ugly bones.
While my plane had landed in Sweden, my soul still lagged behind.
Great new cartoons by Conklin, Levin, Stevens, Vey, and Warp.