I pity you, but I’d rather pity me for following you After all, you is all I own and ever since I’ve known you, you precede me naturally – you dirty midget! Even so, steady, immutable (in time and in space) oh… you dare-not-dare, you boring son of a wrong flair… Why don’t you depart…

The sentinel, who scented like 1000 turds,was having a sausage with herbs he had found, on the curbsby the backdoor he guarded so well.”Watch out” – did he say”You shall not get through!””But I have to” – said I,”Can you not see my rye?”That certainly rang him a bellThe rye was alright as I could…