lullaby. Then comes the fury of the lullaby. Heartbeat in a hole. An eyeball loose and wild. Dropping memories. Out upon the open tiles. And over to the left. There sit the loveless ones. Crying
Well Pale Face said. To the Eyeball Kid. She just goes clank and boom and steam. A halo, wings, horns and a tail. Shoveling coal inside my dreams. There are no laws. She's made of cream. She's
