there is no comparison between things about to have been missing the point of our mission will we become misshapen a change of heart will force the nail nailed to the door to all avail there are no divisions between things about to collide hitting the floor with our vision a focus at some point arrives a change of mind will force the nail to hit the head and set the sail a change of skin will shed the tail hung on the wall for use again a change of heart will force the nail sick as a pig this pork is mine i m pining for the pork of the porcupine i d best be on my best behaviour best behave yourself you hear there are silent ways of wishing now wish i had what s turning round round the corridor there are people there through the peephole i can see me down very nice some pressure feelings you know how you hope for something to hope for there what is that paper there paper is a collander collander s picking holes in me he s the holy water there water s paper like an impure a strange moment as your paper is a collander collander is picking holes in me suck the pig this pork is mine pining for the pork of the porcupine find out i m beginning to see the light2