( "pluto" by charles woodruff / via )

Helpless.

"NOVEMBER NIGHT

Listen . . .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall."

--Adelaide Crapsey

Culmine.

"GOP learns the hard way: Turning the base up too high blows out your Speaker" --@leedrutman

What it really looks like.