none of the above could describe your feeling nnso tick the box below where it says not specified nnand close the door with a bang so maybe they'll notice nnthat you've just gone home or gone fishing or died. nni'll meet you in the back of the secret garden,nnthat's where the carnivores eat kittens all day, nnyou painted the walls dark green to pretend nnthat the jungle in fact is just a stone's throw away. nnnnyou still want that housennwith the slate roof and the tiled floor nnand the golden door mat on the top of the hillnnand a flock of gentle crows to circle the neighbourhood nnand come back for dinner on the windowsill. nnyou can sell your hair and sell your blood and disguise all the scars on your tongue nnbut all naked and sewn up you still cannot go back to where you really came from. nnnnparties are never as wild as on the photographs nnand sex ain't as boring as a on pay tv nnand i guess war is a million times more frightening nnthan what most people want to make us believe nnbut you only got a shoe box with a hole in it nnand i'll have to make up the evening news nnand i'll make an origami remote control nnto make you believe you've got the right to choose.