Somebody Who Should Have Been Born Is

Of Course The New Testament Is Very Small. Its Mouth Opens Four Times As Out-of-date As A Prehistoric Monster, Yet Somehow Man-made.

I Am Tearing The Feathers Out Of The Pillows, Waiting, Waiting For Daddy To Come Home And Stuff Me So Full Of Our Infected Child That I Turn Invisible, But Married, At Last.

My Business Is Words. Words Are Like Labels, Or Coins, Or Better, Like Swarming Bees.

Rats Live On No Evil Star

All Considerations For These Human Remains! They Must Have An Escort! They Are Classified!