Muffled lives explode in understatements.

Only in summer-phase is it carnivorous.”

If there was an award for understatement, I thought, the Tyr would trounce all competition.

I don't want to explode,

We share need, not-human. Yours is straightforward.” … “Mine is less so, but you will serve it. Come.

I can't really get in the stance. I can't explode. I can't be me.

I dance because it makes me want to explode.