On a hot night when sleep is full of sluts and the train is heading towards Paris I sit in a bathtub and bathe my hands so I can write heavy words with soft palms. Standing and yielding with my head high I was gentle in my strength listening to blues guitar. One more time in the bathtub with a beautiful lady who tells me sweet words that mean nothing so don't ask. She's bad for you my mother says. Oh well that bitch can go and sing my soul and tears will fall from her crotch. My dog

loves her I think. Sees her pure soul. Yes I see that too but I hate myself. Today anyway. Oh well. Tomorrow is a new day! A colourful day! A day that our hearts will adore! To amuse myself I sing god awful songs in tune. The people go wild! Excited by the sheer cheek of it all! And what a fine day to say enough is enough! Fear of nothing! Bread on the floor and that serves me for a while and the birds eat a little to fill themselves. Yes what a fine day! I sit at a cafe and open a window to let the birds in. They follow me. I have the youthful howl of a king and the high rising of a God. I have become infamous. What a great and wonderful joy! The truth has been spoken and it has become a secret. The honest must be freed! Dumb blondes can go fuck themselves. In the street leaves are falling and the fruits of the day are sewn.