War May Be An Auction

Your Turn Has Come To Sift Through The Dreck Of Humanity For Rare Specks Of Originality

When Insolvent, Pack Minimally, With A Valise Tough Enough To Be Thrown Onto A London Pavement From A First- Or Second-floor Window. Insist On Hotel Rooms No Higher.

Music’s A Wood You Walk Through.

I Recently Bought A Cat, But Took It Back A Day Later Because Our Personalities Clashed.

Torturous Advances Won Over Generations Can Be Lost By A Single Stroke Of A Myopic President's Pen Or A Vainglorious General's Sword.