I hear less of tsunammis every other day. Thank God. We have been ripping the word too much of late. Cut it some slack people. We don't need it to contrive anymore purpotedly creative metaphors.
pale as the white breeze, the eye cannot maketh its crease, the trough, the zennith, the power...it speaks...it reeks...Oh! how it piques my curiosity! how it delves into the nebulous truth of reality, how it