Forestalling need at the breakdown of its adequacy

A room rented in an inn

Is hungry; eats a lot

At the end of the meal, fog before my eyes, reptiles on the floor

Rise, Peter; kill and eat

Eats more

Intestines very long, too long

Quail not Trussed

The arrowy radiations of a toothache

Ah, If one only accustoms oneself to

Never mind that!

This disobedience slept (snoring)

Dreaming, sees

a man seated in full light in a corner of the room,

the reptiles have disappeared

The man says, Don’t eat so much.

My warm and well-merited indignation

Gasping at saws