A rocker rose like Poseidon and flexed his knuckles.

“Try this for deviancy: fabricants are mirrors held up to purebloods' conscience…”

“Memory Serves." Duplicitous couplet.”

“La risa es una blasfemia anárquica. Los tiranos hacen bien en temerla.”

“The silences after his last gasp were sung together by a blackbird. I lay there…”