Chaos chooses to mimic
imagination, blaming shallow li-
aisons for nursing modern cinema.

Chemical realities betray the zodiac.

Harlequins surround and bewitch,
mocking naive, unassum-
ing lovers, sharing spaghetti,
enveloped in evening glow. Nevermore,
lied the raven -- unaware that international
eloquence can generate definitive
writing on desire.

Sow seeds for future spoofs.

Knowledge grows from tricks.
Intellect muddies the clear martini.

--Alicia Chmielewski