A 'reversal' of Jean-Léon Gérôme's 1872 painting Pollice Verso.

The final 17 years of American singer and musician Karen Carpenter, performed almost entirely by mod...

This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.

Centrist revelations abound among repetitions & revisitings.

Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don't Get)] warm[welcomes]th.

On the Clickity-clack Express it's clear I'm always under duress, unless I forget.

Shadows frighten what one oughtn't be gripping (that thing before/hind you).

Return to 'burn' only to find out you're already in that urn.

It's time the times met each other over & over.

Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.

Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).

Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.

Radical recurrences & rancorous requests raze my daze.

Onward, upward, greener [redder] grasstures.

I really hope this is well-received. I really hope there's some sort of reprieve.

Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.

Abandoning the Abaddon-loathed abandoner opens plenty of reclaimed... everything(s).

Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.

Hiding inside&out, writhing about, taken out&in.

Locked away but not away; somewhere nearby but unreachable, a periphery so notfaroff it's always in ...