Fantastic Fanny, the phantom warbler, trembled down the hill with a
joggling motion. The new year began slowly to roll down, a rock on the
hill of Sisyphus's Hell. A rock on Shrapnel Hill.

That's right! FIAT DOMUS! Home is where you live, goddammit. Home is
wherever you live and where you feel secure, home is where your warm
domestic fantasies live! How many homes of mine have been crushed by the
bulldozers of history? How many, before I learn this lesson once and for
all?

The warm domestic bullbuzzers of the doze. The apotheosis of the
afternoon doze! Bring on the warm girls of my subterranean comfort! Let
the warm girls flow through my dilated veins! Warm girls like warm wax —
who can forget the lingering warm healing wax of my ex-girlfriend's touch
on my pallid skin?