What I Eat Turns Into My Body.

My Regimen Is Lust And Avarice For Exercise, Gluttony And Sloth For Relaxation.

Of Course I Want To Be Good, But That May Not Be To Your Advantage.

Even In Rapture, Part Of The Mind Watches.

A Dense Undergrowth Of Extension Cords Sustains My Upper World Of Lights, Music, And Machines Of Comfort.

Jokes Are Unanswerable Objections.