St. Burke:
Black Phillip, Black Phillip A crown grows out his head, Black Phillip, Black Phillip To nanny queen is wed. Jump to the fence post, Running in the stall. Black Phillip, Black Phillip King of all.
St. Burke:
“Got Your Kleenex”— music from the soundtrack of my life — AKA “the thrill of victory, the stickiness at your feet”
St. Burke:
When I was a child I believed I was a robot. But I'm an animal. Mostly water mixed with other things. Salts, sugars, very strange chemical compounds called hormones. Levels of fluids in me determine what I say and what I will try to do to you next.
