It's nice to be an anticommuting operator, driving along the thoroughfares of life. I'm happy to be on mass shell as a propagator, planning a long-term future with my wife. I come when everyone would go, and go when they all come. I doubt what others claim to know, act smart when they act dumb. […]
Wild as a watermelon feast, red-ripe in the summer rains, making the very most at least, gorging sweet ill-gotten gains, I sit bloated to inaction, spitting seeds in satisfaction.