I was Ramona A Stone. I started with no enemies of my own. I was an artist. In the tunnel. But I remarring a midilife crisis. And I've been dreaming of sleep. And ape men with metal parts. I've spat upon deeply felt age. I've put my heart's in. And I paint the pretty colours Enghlish. We'll creep together you and I. For I know who this warfriend is like.