I Am A Collection Of Dismantled Almosts.

Frog Has No Nerves. Frog Is As Old As A Cockroach. Frog Is My Father's Genitals. Frog Is A Malformed Doorknob. Frog Is A Soft Bag Of Green.

I Am In My Own Mind. I Am Locked In The Wrong House.

Home Is My Bethlehem, My Succoring Shelter, My Mental Hospital, My Wife, My Dam, My Husband, My Sir, My Womb, My Skull.

Abundance Is Scooped From Abundance Yet Abundance Remains.

Even So, I Must Admire Your Skill. You Are So Gracefully Insane.