Day-glow cologne.

I am leading a dangerous double-life. It will get to me. Till that day, I will have to rue my time. Cash in on immediate profit, ease up on the merchandise, the works.

Yellow Submarine Crashed. In a field full of bagels, cologne and popcorn.

The world is my motorbike.

Who am I to say that the little things don't matter, when they stick to me like clams to a rusty, unclaimed pier?