I'm Trying To Climb Up Both Walls

Fact Is Based Upon Vulgar Matter.

I Was Playing Catch With The European Audience.

An American Is A Complex Of Occasions, Themselves A Geometry Of Spatial Nature.

My Life Has Been Given Its Orders: The Seasons Seize The Soul And The Body, And Make Mock Of Any Dispersed Effort. The Hour Of Death Is The Only Trespass

O.k. I'm Running Out Of Appetite. Let This Swirl- A Bit Like Crab Nebula- Do For Now.