paint your shoes delilah-ye walk on white snow where nosebleed would disturb the universe . - . down these narrow alleys of owls an flamenco guitar players, jack paar an other sex symbols are your prizes-check into the bathrooms where bird lives for when he comes flying out with a saber in his wing-a country music singer by his side digesting a carrier pigeon ...ye just might change your style of fornicating, sword swallowing-ye just might change your way of sleeping on nails-paint your shoes the color of the ghost mule-the paper tiger's teeth are made of aluminum-you've a long time to Babylon-paint your shoes, delilah-paint them with a sponge
look! like i told you before, it doesn't matter where it's at! there's no such thing. it's where it's not at that you gotta know. so what if tony married his mother! what's it got to do with your life? i really have no idea why you're so unhappy. perhaps you ought to change your line of work. you know. like how long can someone of your caliber continue to paint pencil sharpeners..... see you next summer, good to know you're off the wagon. prematurely yours, Funka