Maybe I wanted to walk home alone...

I will stop pretending that I am a
chronic under achiever, if you'll
pretend that you like me.

So ah yea... I ah lost a great game tonight.

Told me not to worry....

Told me just to take my time...

The Walk home...

Well I made it home...

Zazobra....

Its tha Burning...

Once a year we create a giant puppet.
Once a year we have a party.
Once a year we assemble to exorcise our troubles.
Once a year we burn him.

No proximity to a life.

Impressive, not at all. Never agile enough to jump through thier hoops nor tall enough to stand out in thier crowds. Winning... probably its own punishment. Things always look better from far away, so you can imagine how bad they must look from close up. If distance makes the heart grow fonder it's no wonder you still think life is beautifull.