I will leave my soul to keep it close.
I will break my heart to keep it whole.
I find my voice in saying nothing.
I hold emptiness in my hand but cannot see it.
The world is full of things that should not be.
Hair: Is it alive?
That looks really professional. It looks like someone else did it.
Do you ever feel like a ship in a bottle, wondering how the hell you got here?
….Nothing to see here folks, move along now….move along….
It’s so nice that you can relax with your visitors, even though not everything is tidy.
(translation: This place is a mess, yet you sit here yapping over coffee)
I really like your sparkly hairs, Mummy.
(translation: Mother, you’re going grey)
One day Eric died. A grief-stricken Kyle began to make arrangements for a fitting farewell. However, by the time he had amassed enough beans to make a hill large enough to seat all the guests, Eric was back to his old self. A relieved Kyle began preparing toast.
