sometimes i think the lights will shatter, sometimes i wish the sky would fall down, not all of it but just a little, just enough to tear the roof off. and it'd be my luck that i'd be chewing on foil, hoping that it'd go straight to my head, maybe i'll lick the black cat for a change for a start, for the metal. sometimes i think the light will liquify high above, sometimes i wish the wall would come tumbling down, not all of it but just a little, just enough to ring the bells, just enough to scare the roaches, just enough to stop the spanish channel cold.
Reason for writing:
The "Black Cat batteries" and other misc. crap.
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