i have a powful nostalghia for ice, i really hope it's not over.

i remember.

we kids tied dreams to helium balloons and they went to tennessee. they sent a newspaper response, they were dreaming too.

and Vitus and his grandpa did that too, they put airmail letters on balloons, but after, grandpa died, and his letter was sent back to Vitus saying he loved him and giving them a whole business. 

there was a kid called Vitus. he was a genius but he wanted to be a veterinarian.

then he tried to fly with giant bat wings. he landed on his head and became normal.

after Vitus got a concussion and became normal he listened to the goldberg variations and looked at the piano. then he started playing brilliantly. he was faking normal!

practice being normal. i tried that, i had to drink all the time.

coppernicus' rite of spring.

a crawdaddy and a bottle.

lily and copp, beach bums.

sooo, lily, it must be spring, for i saw little flower heads crowning the tired soil, and tender buds on the trees, and you.

the official history: a play.

angst is my expression.

um, fen, did you pee on your belly?

yeah. but it's not like i try ta.