It's Hard To Have Anything

Fear Comes With Imagination, It’s A Penalty, It’s The Price Of Imagination.

It Rubs The Lotion On Its Skin. It Does This Whenever It Is Told.

We Rarely Get To Prepare Ourselves In Meadows Or On Graveled Walks; We Do It On Short Notice In Places Without Windows, Hospital Corridors, Rooms Like This Lounge With Its Cracked Plastic Sofa And Cinzano Ashtrays, Where The Cafe Curtains Cover Blank Concrete. In Rooms Like This, With So Little Time, We Prepare Our Gestures, Get Them By Heart So We Can Do Them When We're Frightened In The Face Of Doom.

On A Related Subject, Signore Pazzi, I Must Confess To You: I'm Giving Serious Thought To Eating Your Wife.

It's Hard To Have Anything Isn't It? Rare To Get It, Hard To Keep It. This Is A Damn Slippery Planet.