No One To Hate Except

And The Aura Of You Remains, Remains, Remains...

Need Is Not Quite Belief.

Come, My Pretender, My Fritter, My Bubbler, My Chicken Biddy! Oh Succulent One, It Is But One Turn In The Road And I Would Be A Cannibal!

I Tied Down Time With A Rope But It Came Back. Then I Put My Head In A Death Bowl And My Eyes Shut Up Like Clams. They Didn't Come Back.

Oh Thumb, I Want A Drink It Is Dark, Where Are The Big People, When Will I Get There...?