Pity You Can't Attach An Extra Arm

A Tiny Little Wooden Man [was] Slowly Ascending The Steps To A Real Set Of Gallows, Both Perched On A Box That Read: Reusable Hangman — Spell It Or He’ll Swing!

Like A Tongue On Frozen Steel, Like Flesh In Flame —

The Fame Thing Is Interesting Because I Never Wanted To Be Famous, And I Never Dreamt I Would Be Famous....you Know I Didn't Think They'd Rake Through My Bins, I Didn't Expect To Be Photographed On The Beach Through Long Lens. I Never Dreamt It Would Impact My Daughter's Life Negatively, Which At Times It Has. It Would Be Churlish To Say There's Nothing Good About Being Famous; To Have A Total Stranger Walk Up To You As You're Walking Around Safeways, And Say A Number Of Nice Things That They Might Say About Your Work.

Some Readers And Commentators Really Want To Scrape Your Insides Out To Make Sense Of Your Work. Others Say, There's The Work, It Speaks For Itself. Personally, I Fall Somewhere In The Middle.

I Would Assume That You Were Going To Offer Me Refreshment, But The Evidence So Far Suggests That That Would Be Optimistic To The Point Of Foolishness.