Let me stink, so long as they can tell I'm there.
If you only knew the roots I have!
Here, bring everything right here! Everything on me is part of me.
I am elemental too.
God, these potatoes are growing like weeds.
What do I want? I want everything to smell.
It is I who am right!
Oh, me? I'm just an organized vulture.
I am announcing the Lion paradigm.
I am the path, in case you didn't know.
...yes, but our side is fighting in the name of all ants.
Long live war!
The May Gazette, 1935