𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱-𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬. "𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠," 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨. "𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱-𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬!" 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐱-𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐦, 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱-𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐨 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

There is a moment in the evening when the day turns into night
And another when the night turns back into day again
But between these two is a meridian undefined
When night turns to morning and yesterday to tomorrow and briefly you too can sublimate, effervesce, and reorganize, and recalibrate before you recombine, and re-assimilate; But before you do, you gotta run it through... and check: is this still what you really wanna do?...

... also,
make sure the top and tails
are in the right places,
and that the eyes and stomach
still match the plate.