If I Told You The Whole Story

We're All Curious About What Might Hurt Us.

My Tongue Is Pierced With Glass.

I'm Afraid To Be On This Shore A Trunk Without Limbs, And What I Most Regret Is Not To Have Flower, Pulp, Or Clay For The Worm Of My Suffering.

Besides Black Art, There Is Only Automation And Mechanization.

What You Wouldn't Have Suspected Lives & Trembles In The Air. Those Treasures Of The Day You Keep Just Out Of Reach. These Come & Go In Truckloads But No One Stops To See Them.