Today I will dance around like a rag doll to Coltrane. My Favourite Things spilling out of a saxophone as if favor was a liquid. I won't be able to explain how I can be so angry while swinging around in a joyous stupor. A drunken merry go round where the animals rear and cogs hiss like an unbridled growl. All dolled up in my bows and frills, you have never seen a dressage with this much soul nor this many teeth. There is blood in my mane and gums, and my grandfathers favourite song is on. I am the prettiest pony at the fair, and I am the most vicious dog in the ring. I am present, and I am salivating. And I no longer care of why the hunger comes.