I Want Very Much To Be Back

How Do You Manage It, She Said, At Your Age? I Told Her I'd Been Saving Up For Her All My Life.

I Still Smile It's Not Worth The Trouble Any More For A Long Time Now It's Not Been Worth The Trouble The Tongue Spring Goes Into The Mud I Stay Like This Not Thirsty Any More The Tongue Goes Back Into The Mouth It Closes It Has To Make A Straight Line Now It's Done I've Made The Image.

Personally I Have No Bone To Pick With Graveyards, I Take The Air There Willingly, Perhaps More Willingly Than Elsewhere, When Take The Air I Must.

Art Has Nothing To Do With Clarity, Does Not Dabble In The Clear And Does Not Make Clear

Where You Have Nothing, There You Should Want Nothing.