Evil Is Maybe Lying To God. Or

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

Put Your Ear Down Close To Your Soul And Listen Hard.

Don't Bite Till You Know If It's Bread Or Stone.

Rats Live On No Evil Star

Maybe I Am Becoming A Hermit, Opening The Door For Only A Few Special Animals? Maybe My Skull Is Too Crowded And It Has No Opening Through Which To Feed It Soup?