"A man is at home when he hears a knock at the door. He opens the door and sees a snail on the porch. He picks up the snail and throws it as far as he can. A few years later there’s a knock on the door. He opens it and sees the same snail. The snail says: ‘What the hell was that all about?'" Anonymous
. . . and it all comes to pass
slow as a snail after fifty - two
- three - four - it will not
matter at all: intellect a knife
identity the hand: and boy did
we muck it up or did we muck
it up - it will not matter at all
our life spans should be shorter
or we should be allowed to remember it all
