Sukie was a kid, she liked to hang out in the graveyard. She did brass rubbings, she learned you never had to press hard. When she was finished hanging out she was all alone.
Picture a scene in your mind. Looks at all the people and take note of the setting behind. Listen, watch, and wait. A plot begins to take shape. There's a story.
Honey sweet apples, they're rotting away. Millions of people never start in the race. There's stuff on our plates that has not been alive. Someone pays full price for my cheap flight life.
I'm coming over in the wrong direction. I only want to be the centre of your attention. For long enough to show you I'm worth the trouble that you take.