The Death Of God Left The Angels

Can The Life Of The Time Be Caught In An Advertisement? Is That How It Is, Really, In The Meadows Of The World?

How Can You Be Alienated Without First Having Been Connected?

Naked Girls With The Heads Of Marx And Malraux Prone And Helpless In The Glare Of The Headlights, Tried To Give Them A Little Joie De Vivre But Maybe It Didn't Take, Their Constant Bickering And Smallness, It's Like A Stroke Of Lightning, The World Reminds You Of Its Power, Tracheotomies Right And Left, I Am Spinning, My Pretty Child, Don't Scratch, Pick Up Your Feet, The Long Nights, Spent Most Of My Time Listening, This Is A Test Of The System, This Is Only A Test.

"how Does One Conquer Fear, Don B.?" "one Takes A Frog And Sews It To One's Shoe," He Said. "the Left Or The Right?" Don B. Gave Me A Pitying Look. "well, You'd Look Mighty Funny Going Down The Street With Only One Frog Sewed To Your Shoes, Wouldn't You?" He Said. "one Frog On Each Shoe."

The Death Of God Left The Angels In A Strange Position.