we'd like to go to bed pinnochio, gosh golly we would, but sometimes we can get, gee, what is the phrase? a little psycho. golly, chum, you would think that this falling apart would be just another day in the park. & it would be! if those FUCKING TREES would stop looking at us. clay don't look at flesh with that leer! i'll tell you boy howdy. so maybe i'm a little screwloose for the moment. all full up on frenzy & darting eyes. lets take a horse pill of calm. ignore the derelict. but, oh no, savage consequence! hiccups? what unhappy doom! how can i get all melodrama! cramping my style. it seems the old trick of holding one's breath has paid of, at least. uh, but that doesn't fix all the...all the...listen, i'm just pulling my black halo on & going to bed.