Each day I decide not to speak French. This amuses the French graduate student I’m fucking. She is unaware of the Lantronix™ XPort™ device, about the size of her thumb, which places any object or thing that produces data into a network.

Rumors to the contrary aside, poetry is doing pretty well for itself. Besides having a SoHo loft for a house, it has had 1,773 discreet instances of itself published in the past year.

The “walk" button is actually a panic button,
making a pitch so enthralling that Death misses his deadline.
Fate’s glance gives Denton’s hand a life of its own.