Crusing along with the yellow beast
Gazing upwards and seeing some of the last remanents of the
general's army.
He's off to conquer other places now, but he'll be back. He
has a large list of contenders, he beat them all back.
Feeling large, Feeling small.
Towards the edge and backwards fall.
Strange alley, old friends. Smoking. May they burn.
I dont write very well, do I?
May YOU burn. Damned critics.
I'm this.
I'm that.
Up and down.
Muses.
You're really losing me now, are you?
Well, Bah.