Today God Gives Milk / And I

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

I Am Not At Home In Myself. I Am My Own Stranger.

When The Cow Gives Blood And The Christ Is Born We Must All Eat Sacrifices. We Must All Eat Beautiful Women.

I Have Been Cut In Two.

Talk To Me About Sadness. I Talk About It Too Much In My Own Head But I Never Mind Others Talking About It Either; I Occasionally Feel Like I Tremendously Need Others To Talk About It As Well.