Later still, her images became highly stylized, intricate, with obsessed, repetitive motifs, labyrinthine, until they resembled Louis Wain's crystalline cats. Such drawings are also rather characteristic of Tourette's syndrome — the original form, the original thought, lost in a jungle of embellishment — and in the so-called 'speed-art' of amphetaminism.

When she told him to get lost, he said, Blow me, bitch!

She learned that I was using her to track the involuntary kevorks.

Jon crossed the pass into Glen Maraich in a stinging flurry of sleet, heading down between dark walls of rock under a lowering sky.