Words Bounce. Words, If You Let Them,

Why Does Tragedy Exist? Because You Are Full Of Rage. Why Are You Full Of Rage? Because You Are Full Of Grief.

Death . . . And Now You Are Here To Fight For This Woman. You Know Her Promise Is Given. She Has To Die Or Her Husband Won't Go Free. Apollo Relax, I'm Not Breaking Any Laws. Death Why The Bow, If You're Breaking No Laws? Apollo I Always Carry A Bow, It's My Trademark.

Then A Miracle Occurred In The Form Of A Plate Of Sandwiches. Geryon Took Three And Buried His Mouth In A Delicious Block Of White Bread Filled With Tomatoes And Butter And Salt. He Thought About How Delicious It Was, How He Liked Slippery Foods, How Slipperiness Can Be Of Different Kinds. I Am A Philosopher Of Sandwiches, He Decided. Things Good On The Inside.

The Man Has A Theory. The Woman Has Hipbones. Here Comes Death.

Men Know Almost Nothing About Desire, They Think It Has To Do With Sexual Activity Or Can Be Discharged That Way. But Sex Is A Substitute, Like Money Or Language. Sometimes I Just Want To Stop Seeing.