But My Future Is A Secret. /

I Leave You, Home, When I'm Ripped From The Doorstep By Commerce Or Fate. Then I Submit To The Awful Subway Of The World.

There Is An Animal Inside Me, Clutching Fast To My Heart, A Huge Crab.

... A Starving Man Doesn't Ask What The Meal Is.

If You Meet A Cross-eyed Person You Must Plunge Into The Grass, Alongside The Chilly Ants, Fish Through The Green Fingernails And Come Up With The Four-leaf Clover.

I Imitatea Memory Of Beliefthat I Do Not Own.