“The Murder Burger is served right here.You need not wait at the gate of Heaven for unleavened death. You can be a goner on this very corner. Mayonnaise, onions, dominance of flesh. If you wish to eat it you must feed it. Yall come back soon." -- You bet.”

“Bend down, bend down. Excess is the only ease, so bend. The sun is in the tree.Put your mouth on mine. Bend down beam & slash, for Dread is dreamed-up-scenes of what comes after death. Is being fled from what bends down in pain. The elbow bends in the brain, lifts the cup.The worst is yet to dream you up,so bend down the intrigueyou dreamed. Flee the hayneedle in the brain's tree.Excess allures by leaps. Stars burn clean. Oriole bitches and gleams. Dread is the fear of beinglessforever. So bend. Bend down and kiss what you see.”

“And what is an angel but a ghost in drag?”

“And the rain is brain colored, and the thunder sounds like somthing rembering somthing.”

“And the rain is brain-coloured, and the thunder is like something remembering something.”

“The brain is a furnace./Is transformed and transforms.”

“And the rain was brain coloredand the thunder sounded like something remembering something.”