It came today that I saw a lady with a banana mouth, all soft and white and happy looking, I just wanted to run my little rudy toung right over those perferations.

I guess I would have to say that I'm that little sider girl, weaving all the spider webs up in your dada's head, or that I'm the wretched old spinster that picks up all the ripe fruit at the market, eating up all the skins before you even get a lick of that lovely honey juice. Or that little boy with the skined up knees, all red and white pinstripes. Or maybe? Maybe just that little ache in your bones, that you get when the cold creeps in and eats up your marrow. I'm your happy litttle freezerburn babies.