I Am Not At Home In Myself.

And Tonight Our Skin, Our Bones, That Have Survived Our Fathers, Will Meet, Delicate In The Hold, Fastened Together In An Intricate Lock. Then One Of Us Will Shout, "my Need Is More Desperate!" And I Will Eat You Slowly With Kisses Even Though The Killer In You Has Gotten Out.

I Imitatea Memory Of Beliefthat I Do Not Own.

To Tell The Truth Days Are All The Same Size And Words Aren't Much Company.

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

I Am Stuffing Your Mouth With Your Promises And Watching You Vomit Them Out Upon My Face.