these are the holy yarns, these are the holy tales, there is one about a madman who lived in a cave, the cave was his home, he had a bed in the cave, he had a stream and a spring in the cave, this madman lived in a cave, the cave was in the heart of the city, he was a tiny bee in a massive hive, he lived in a single cell of a great expanding hive, others lived in little boxes with kitchens and TV sets and couches, this madman lived in a cave in the middle of it all, it was all very insane of him, he never bathed, he never brushed his teeth, he never shaved, he was very hairy, and one day the police decided to search his cave, he fled deeper into the cave and lost his way, he never found his way out, his body was never found, these are your holy little yarns (but I am not here to spin yarns), these are the tales your brain tells itself as you sleep, these are the tiny stories, the stuff of nonsense and chaos, the mysterious symbolism, the stories that arise out of the constant random chatter of the mind,