I'm A Spalding Gray In

Immortals Are Never Alien To One Another.

…but There They Lay, Sprawled Across The Field, Craved Far More By The Vultures Than By Wives.

Close To The Gates A Spacious Garden Lies, From The Storms Defended And Inclement Skies; Four Acres Was The Allotted Space Of Ground, Fenc'd With A Green Enclosure All Around. Tall Thriving Trees Confessed The Fruitful Mold: The Reddening Apple Ripens Here To Gold, Here The Blue Fig With Luscious Juice Overflows, With Deeper Red The Full Pomegranate Glows, The Branch Here Bends Beneath The Weighty Pear, And Verdant Olives Flourish Round The Year.

I Want Answers Now Or I Want Them Eventually!

And Here I Am Using My Own Lungs Like A Sucker.