“I am your dear chaste whore, Marry Me!
I am the peacock, we are dancing, star-bright!
A friendly war.
I am the fictitious creature performing professional roles with pure haywire undertow.
I am uncharted territory. ‘Here be ethical monsters’.
I am the conductor, 9000 Amps, An ant in line, The hill is big.
Down by the river …
Honey. Anything. Acquire their heads! Why not?
2 barrels. Air! Gold! Vino!
110!Over there! Over here! Now.
You choose! Yeah man!”
– Canon Rumanzi