you're talking just like Peter Sellars
when you're asking me does my dog bite
after lunch go outside for recess
entropic winds don't seam to fill the sails
one plus one plus one plus one
counting makes my fingers numb
conjugating verbs is fine
semantic tongues turn me on
I've got a tracking device
somewhere deep, somewhere warm inside
maybe some other time
sharpened instincts can't be denied
