I Am Stuffing Your Mouth With Your

My Ideas Are A Curse. They Spring From A Radical Discontent With The Awful Order Of Things. I Play Clown. I Play Carpenter. I Play Nurse. I Play Witch.

Suicides Have A Special Language. Like Carpenters They Want To Know Which Tools. They Never Ask Why Build.

Suddenly I'm Not Half The Girl I Used To Be. There's A Shadow Hanging Over Me . . . From Me To You Out Of My Electric Devil.

Oh Thumb, I Want A Drink It Is Dark, Where Are The Big People, When Will I Get There...?

Today Life Opened Inside Me Like An Egg.