|04:28 pm - taxi blues|
"how's his heart?"
"we should all have such a heart, a solid heart!"
he makes breakfast with fruit for the artist his prisoner who will not be made into an animal. and he does not want to be an animal anymore.
naked out of the window sprinting down the street, dodging cars, screaming. "do not touch me i am buddhist i am a saint i am a genius." and the police wrestle him to the ground, naked.
he became an animal and transformed the animal. the transformed stood, tragically, with a blowup doll in his arms.