Poison Pen

My food requires a fork, but I can only be trusted with a spoon.

Doctor's appointments end with Q and A, so what's the correct SPF for the moon?

I haven't lost hope, it's just a matter of keeping it a well guarded secret.

Every general has a plan, but the mess hall has at least one private that will leak it.

Words have power, yet the highest form of literary expression must be irresponsible.

Therapy is billed by the hour, so the abbreviated version is that I am not a constable.

You will find no greater advocate of things that are kind and gentle.

When the wolves circle, my last duty is to assuage concerns of the parental.

I'm taking the fight to things that my peers believe me to glorify.

It's not about giving in to despair, rather one blasts an alarm so that the people do not die.

I am commissioned by spiritual power from the deepest echoes of the human heart.

When Isaiah strode naked before the people, it was the same commission, and not performance art.

Your compassionate warning is certainly not lost on me.

Sometimes our minds will conspire against us to confuse the clear images that we see.

The danger in reimagining too quickly is obfuscation of the worst kind.

A miracle worker must always remember his viewing subject was first blind.

A vegetarian must make a decision before a bowl of steaming bone broth.

Expectations can always be tricked like the desire for flight among stone moths.

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