[Text ID: there is no one’s skin under my fingernails. there is no one to watch my hair grow. no one looks at me when i walk. people want me to pay money for each thing i get. i have every kind of thought and that is no embarrassment. i look at myself when i bathe. what i give to all the people who do not want to live with me is arithmetic. i count infants and predict their days. i subtract peopled killed for one reason or another. i guess the new reasons and project their efficacy. i decorate my numbers and circulate them. /End ID]
