Reductionism (Yippee-Kai-Ay)

I love how you think of me without being told to

Hollow Men Made of Straw

I can't see anything at all. All I see is me.

In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy, radio relay towers lead me to my baby

Stone Persuasion

It is cold enough to make us know we are different from the things we touch

In the Rooms the Muppets Come and Go, Talking of Michaelangelo (and Slayer)

When wearing velour was a sign of strength

Call the roller of big cigars

A Valediction: of weeping