We are reunions for a scattered confederacy of atoms.

The mirror! You don’t cast a reflection! Who are you??

-Yet for those of us who see “pop” as an aspiration rather than a dirty word-

"All things happen in fives, or are divisible by or are multiples of five, or are somehow directly or indirectly appropriate to 5"

-power to send anybody into the Heaven for a certain period-

No, Taj -- you must not kill him! This vampire is our son!

Man into bat- at midnight!