And so he opens the bottle and takes two out (little blue caplets—cute actually, plump, smurfy) and swallows them.

Not to mention she writes absolutely the girliest most pathetic and nauseating excuse for Spock I've ever seen including in zinefic.

The sandcastle was washed out by the tide.

… Or warring with the spirits who may dare Dispute with him Who made all empire, empire; or recalling Some wandering star, which shoots through the abyss Whose tenants dying, while their world is falling Share the dim destiny of clay in this.