The Tomato Offers Its Gift Of Fiery

My Feet Will Want To Walk To Where You Are Sleeping But I Shall Go On Living.

I Like On The Table, When We're Speaking, The Light Of A Bottle Of Intelligent Wine.

I Ask Permission To Be Like Everybody Else,like The Rest Of The World And What's More, Like Anybody Else:i Beg You, With All My Heart,if We Are Talking About Me, Since We Are Talking About Me,please Resist Blasting The Trumpet During My Visitand Resign Yourselves To My Quiet Absence.

I Want To See Thirst In The Syllables, Tough Fire In The Sound; Feel Through The Dark For The Scream.

Two Things Make A Story. The Net And The Air That Falls Through The Net.