The creature is coming at you.

One day the babies won't be.

Hot rats evolving into rabbit fighters.

Raining acme safes and grand pianos.

Her heart set me on fire.

Woman of gold and a caveman.

The Contours must believe in hugs.

The man smiled, pointed to canyons.

Born on the day you died.

Walked out of congo, into theater.

Wow, fuck! You corrected my face!

Fame, thanks, though I'll go here.

Dipped in black, shot into space.

Barreled, never been here before. Melting.

Because fingertips, they stood on toes.

Not until the sun is born.

Drained, ambulance mind-call, "STYLE AND SURVIVAL."

Blazing baby lovingly ignites everyone's eyes.

Brain and feelings. Heartcastle. Hello me.

She earned gold. He claimed it.