I heard God's wife panting beneath the winter weeds. But I couldn't see a thing. And some Flower, I could smell her I'm sure it was her that exotic purple scent. and a Lizard King eyeballed me as he waved his arms erratically, trying to sort out his multiple personality disorder. Further down, A Cranky Gentleman mumbled something about cigarettes and the moon and the proper way to drown. But nobody saw me, So I walked on into the city.