As the day draws nearer, more thoughts about impending suburban life…

I think I’ll wound myself
On the kitchen shelf
the cut will be so deep
I might lose some sleep
I’m going off the grid
I’m going to grow my own food
I’ll rely upon the sun
And shun the world
shun shun shun

The foxes they will come
and all our crops are gone
run baby run

I feel their vulpine eyes
glowing in the night

The foxes they will come
run baby run

Run baby run….