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[Synopsis] When I took the wall clock down, ham came out from the back. "This is what they call a narrow escape," I thought. The time is 3:49. The radio is already announcing good morning. So what of it, I say? Yo-yo-yo-yo, really, give me a break. I told you, didn't I? "Life always hides its intentions." Werent' you listening? I see, then it can't be helped. Enough of this talk. I'll pour the "earnestness" soaked into a sugar cube. Come now, today once again, "Eat the spark, burn the death." [Worldview] The stars you see when you lick a beast Invite you into an unknowable endeavor. Rejoice in the screams raised by the physical body, they say. In other words, whether it's atavism or bloodstains, it's all over once you turn into a frog—that's what they're saying. That's why you'll keep slaughtering "Di(*4)" forever, won't you? *1 The birth cry of the party chamber. *2 Please. (I can't call it sauce.) *3 Stomach, silk, suddenness, the meaning of running. *4 Di refers to the scent of "footprints" that contains a plea.