T.S. Elliot: The poetics of 2004.
Transcribed by Courtney Jensen...

Sparrow piece juices.
There is an angry phone woman behind me after all.
Spleen pieces.
She's behind me on the phone after all:
Riddled with marital intercourse.
It squeezes the ribster.
You think about what this may bring.
Because thinking is like laughter fetching supplies for your dirty little deed.