Amazing how bad I am becoming at this sentence a day thing.

He looked it over suspiciously with the eye of one who had all ready been approached on the street by bums, greenpeace, and quaker oats promoters.

Without anyone to look up to he had to look within.

The weight of perfection tends to cause horrid judgment calls.

He rushed to work as the Rolling Stones' "Time is on my side" played on his iPod.

Terror and disgust filled him yet beneath all that lay the seed of desire.