The longer I live the more it feels like I'm in my very own Hotel California.
It's only the games that we play that make us grow younger every day and I play lots.
One day you might see my head in a jar in an episode of Futurama, must say I'm not keen on the prospect, but my heart's in the right place jumping out of my chest when I look on your face.
There's a paining that goes with this piece and like this piece it's not finished, I'm guessing because the story goes on even as the paint runs dry.