By the time I'm nine I know the world is a dangerous place.  I've heard whispers about razorblades in apples, about Charlie Manson and his family.  But no one is offering any clear information.

Creatures like the sheep, that are used to traveling, know about moving on.

But, on the other hand, if Schubert were alive today, he would find even richer fields to plow.

Well, by the end of the millennium, five, six months from now, we hope to somehow manage to move into a new location where we have the whole building, so we can devote space to all our activities.

Written By Joseph Jarman

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