Charles?

I mean, it felt like I was a dead fish Or something, left to rot out there in the sun, Left there on purpose, you know, like it was A threat—and Charles, it stinks—you know that?— —the stench of all those old thoughts— Yeah, thoughts…you know, Like guppies maybe, sturgeon, or flounder. You laugh? Why?

King Loud

I am not an uncommon man. I am not a common one either. Two negatives. I stand on that. My Fool will now approach the throne: It is the names we give to God, our names That address him. God was nameless once. But God—he whispers in my ear alone— Has fled the castle and