Tomorrow when you die, they'll break the mold. Shut down the sky, the sun will turn cold. They'll close the parks and when they read your will. The moon will go dark, the earth will stand still.
Look ma, top of the world. He'd started talking to himself. His ma was dead. The first sign of madness, talking to yourself. . Alarm bells should have.
Kids are playing gangster wars. They don't believe in Santa Claus. The baseball bats are soft of course. The blood is just tomato sauce. . As icebergs go, it's just the tip.