Alright. A repeated fury has me by the toe. You see, the wind from dawn’s hourglass opened my eyes and I wasn’t ready. Now I want to tear the wreaths off my neighbor’s doors but it isn’t Christmas.
There are so many unknown forces in the genes. Today I am a rabid king. Beware lest I appear on your doorstep. As Pablo Neruda once said: “Please, I beg a sage to tell me, where may I live in peace?”
Planet of the Blind 