spare me your questions i'm told they are lies ee and rr undid our size nature is nurture art will suffice cultures are anthill playing with dice spatula freshness flipped on the yoke amarillo leaks are the butter of every weak joke ask not what fear can do for you ask what a country ever did for non-politicos or animals earth is a theory space is a game my hands are weary of handling shame stepped out the back walden and you we are a morning dawning our dew