My days end was entirely my fault, that day.
I was the one that drank 9 cans of lager, and licked that sweet, sweet ecstasy like it was sherbert dip dab.
And my arms went dead.
And I was drifting in a cloud of pure euphoria.
And the dog was looking at me all silly like.
And I was the one who was bored and lost enough to do this on my own, by myself, with the dog.
And so, when the pulse settles, and the room is no longer spongy, and the dog doesn't feel as soft and luscious.
I guess I'll see you on the other side.

Does the way out come to those who ask politely?
Asking for a friend.

Bang. BANG.
and he's gone.
His life pulses out through the hole in his neck. That's what got him.
Sad really. I liked Paul.
Now let's throw a party WHEHEY!

Tip toe across the toad stools.
Your toad will be the biggest stool!
Someday.
But not today.
Tip toe tap dance silly little fool. Ghoul.
Hideous in hiding. Gremlin gonna get it.
It's a ******* monster in the mirror!
What mirror where?!
Over there!
The fool tip toe tap dancing to a silly little tune, a silly little fool.

Your hand in mine
Crossing clouds, through time.
I'll be there soon,
And never will I loose you again.

Brutality crashes down upon insignificance. Salt, seasoning it's voracious appetite for more as it gorges ever near. Ceaseless in its endeavour to destroy.
The Man marvels at the tide as he basks in its glorious spray, he'll move when he finishes his cigarette.

Silvers of rock, carpet secrets lost to time.
Knowledge cocooned in a blanket of sand.
Civilisations sleep soundly beneath the waves.
All this, whilst you drift on by.