I repeat myself
when under stress, I repeat

myself when
under stress.

I repeat: myself, my-
self, my self tastes

good to me it tastes
good to me.

I ate the plums you left on the table.
I ate the plums, two sensual

manifestations of the
virulent luxuries of

empire. Soon, America
will become a nice, quiet, eccentric, harmless

Ex-Empire like Spain
or Japan.

Like Spain
or Japan, tasting good to the

Chinese, who wait
in the On-Deck Circle.

Like Spain or
Japan.

I'm in this band, I'm
in this band and

we're making a
recording...

- J.J. Tindall