Why do you lie?
Lie to me, to yourself...

You are the swift killer
the true king of the north...

Some people
are really sick...

People of the world
I have something to tell...

With my other mammals
I share this place...

This image
Tells you more...

This writer's block
is slowly killing me...

Strangle myself I will
with your soft, black hair...

Father, father!
I have grown breasts...

Once I was clean
Nothing but wide-open space...

I screamed 'till I had no voice
I cried 'till I had no tears...

You're the piano
and I'm the pianist...