God was showing methe code through a prism.I fractured the glasson purpose becauseI did not want to know.

A separation of the speakerfrom herself across timeso I am me who is no onein black velvet hunched overcarnations.

It doesn't matter if I searchor stop. The house is goingto levitate or it is not.

Why don't you give mea kiss? Why don't yougive me a tomb? Lookit's a funeral procession.

I don't want to see any moreof god's green factory.Trees are a triggeras are vines.Anything with petalsmust be zappedlook how the grassgrows in knives.Vitality comeswith too much skulland an evil rose on its lips.Lace may be safe.Daisiesare off limits.

The word for wish is want.

Knowledge gets us what?Not enough biscuits.

I would abandon my island for you.(This is probably untrue.)

Let me other you out of your skeleton.