i awoke with a goat's leg protruding from my skull, the hoof had pierced my occipital lobe, blood and liquefied grey matter dripped down the goat's bobbing calf.
the night previous the goat and i shared a scrap of bread and crumble of cheese. we argued at length about the merit of merit brand cigarettes.
i've been lost, spinning in my grave since day one.(spitting and spinning like turncoat marionettes).
in this scheme i can make anything happen. (but nothing lasts).
