Inked tales of yesterday, delivered daily. Those in the know will be found whispering truths and tales, its viewpoint capturing the world in black and white.

The path of a well thrown American football pass. A staircase that goes round and round. The shape of a galaxy important to me and to you. The cut of a holiday ham.

The morning’s first sound, Doze must be pressed, On that button so round, To ensure you continue, Your comfortable rest.

A stare that pierces into soul. Metaphorical there, but will make physical holes. Excalibur for a battle-fed mole. Or an assassin’s tool that feels more personal.

I give you work you didn’t choose, Then test how much you didn’t lose.