The Capital

yesterday I drew

myself in segme

nts like an orang

e. today i'll be fe

athered if you do

n't mind bringing

the tar. vulture-c

ircling, missing a

wheel, I've got no

where to be if you

don't mind stickin

g around. if i knew

what I wanted, wo

uld you tell me? i'd

be selfish to say it

out loud. letters a

re hanging off of

this pillar i've buil

t; could you, if you

don't mind, shav

e off the edges a

nd bring me the

scraps? thank y

ongcaoouinew

wouditilou wh

at to do with a

ll these lowerc

ase letters now?