Thorns and Admonitions
Wandering through this patch it's difficult to go far without getting snagged by admonitory thorns. The ones that scratch my skin, and try to keep me from from wasting my time and my love. I march on anyway, of course, but they tried:
If I can't have irregular verbs, I'd rather grunt and point.
Any description of reality is an exercise in inventing differences.
The question and answer are planted
in different lifetimes. Stop.