I'm thinking of harvesting his eyelashes to sell to one of those millionaire US reality TV people who are prepared to pay the big bucks to look like a star. I reckon that might pay for a boat.
All the streets are crammed with things, eager to be held. I know what hands are for and I'd like to help myself. You ask me the time but I sense something more, and I would like to give you what I think you're asking for.