I reckon that
if'n you can't see beauty

in things abnormal,
I should slap ye for

seein' otherwise.  Like if
all of the different

tongues of the world
were up'n snatched and

tied together and
then everybody with their tongues all twisted

would try and pull back
at the same time.  And finally

we'd all be speaking the same language:
Pain.

But the knot would tighten.