Bricolage

«Rotting from the inside; Over-incubated by the heat of fear and love; The self's coagulated -- Egg...

Boiling hard in euphemism; Slowly becoming part of the water; Like a frog who never knows; The jacuzzi's getting hotter

How'd you know I was looking at you; If you weren't looking at me?

I can't seem to differentiate; Between the yellow love you give and the white sex I take; I just want to fertilize you -- Egg...

Oh an egg comes out of a chicken; Oh a chicken comes out of an egg

There's no place like home...»