Chlorophyll, the deep sea green bullet. Once I did watch delighted and fell in. I fell in. April s tendrils, she crawls through grassy fields to form a crown of crocuses, a paper crane. It s an unfolding parade, an unbeatable cascade and its going fast from the factory labour privy to the black mailers. A real good cause I guess I m blessed. I m answered. Cancelled appointments I could have braved. Call in sick for my big fake while I m, while I m well awake. Chlorophyll. The statix always playing, nothings going on. Nothings going wrong with my privacy fence. With our liquid suspense. In the carnival clarinets from the underground pageant.