I want to shave my head so I can lose my mind...
You're going to be a beautiful, lonely old man.
With a heart like a pomegranate.
His prehistoric breath is hot in my ear.
I don't care how big it is, baby, but it better make me sing.
I have eyes. You have eyes. What more is there?
She's friendly like a restaurant, like a Walmart.
Smiling because she needs you, because she's obligated.
Your bones will sink.
And my bones will sink.
And we will gnaw at the core of the earth together.
With a heart on my sleeve and a suitcase in my hand, I go everywhere with an open breath.