He Moves Smoothly And Slowly, Carrying His

Life's Too Slippery For Books, Clarice; Anger Appears As Lust, Lupus Presents As Hives.

It's Hard To Have Anything Isn't It? Rare To Get It, Hard To Keep It. This Is A Damn Slippery Planet.

Before Me You Are A Slug In The Sun. You Are Privy To A Great Becoming And You Recognize Nothing. You Are An Ant In The After-birth.it Is In Your Nature To Do One Thing Correctly: Before Me You Rightly Tremble. Fear Is Not What You Owe Me, Lounds, You And The Other Pismires. You Owe Me Awe.

I Am The Dragon, And You Call Me Insane.

I'll Confess It Is Pleasant To Look At You Asleep. You're Quite Beautiful, Clarice.