Why, oh why..does a light bulb..shed?
I'm holding in my hand, a dead light bulb, been dead for a week, and the white INSIDE, is shedding off.
It's really....magical.? I dont know, but it's neat.
I'm so suave.
With my handsome volcano rocks..and my wild mineral water, MY BIRDS, "Your Birds!?" BIRDS. "Your Birds?!" MY BIRDS..BIRDS!
HELLO HELLO..MY BIRDS, HELLO HELLO...VOLCANICITY.
Yes, I am quite silly when I drink, sprite
Wrap me up in it. Spin me around. Let me see, the dawn. The glass, smooth, and clear, not a spot, from the deer. This glass, round and light, it's a very..strang site..because when touch..with more glass..it will suck it up.
Little Glass..why do you doo..why do you combine, the glass? Why do I, have to do this. Why oh why, cant I wake up!? Little Glass..shiny and new..I cant resist..but to touch you..come here..my sweet glass..and now-
GASP, what is this? I'm in the glass!? The walls are
