Isadore Columbine woke up in the dunes. How she came to be there no one ever knew, shakedown. They took him in for questioning, they didn't get a thing.
We got some rifles and they're loaded too. We got our sights set on you. Endangered species and bikini lines. Well, that's the pitch, hope you have a good time.
Angela Carter puts down her typewriter. And stares at the snow. Her bones getting brittle, hair turning whiter. Such a long way to go. . Counting the stars in the sky.