I love people with big ears and horns, but I hate car horns, or people who make mom horny, like Cat Stevens. I love Cat Stevens. I want to be Lady D’Arbanville. I want to be Cat’s fill, or ville, or village of hope. I hope my ears don’t fall off one day. Or my horns. I want to hear everything, even the car honks. I think I really love cars and their desire to reach the speed of light, or sound, but never can. I love cars. I love the warm sun on my face. I love the way cars transport me to outer space when I turn the radio on. I can’t wait to see that city on the moon.