There was a time when the blue was bluer,

There was a time when the blue was bluer, I'm sure.

Everything could've been better, no doubt about it. But you don't see that when you're swallowed up by the real world.

You see the darkness surrounding you, but you don't know the dark...because you don't know the light. Therefore I was perfectly content existing underground. That is, until

I learned there was yet another underground of which the general underground was largely unaware. For a while I thrived upon a certain distinct pleasure in knowing that, until the

"I'm sorry," I told the hipsters sincerely, "I'm not a huge fan of that stuff. Tastes sort of musty. Like it's been sitting around for a while." The black clad girls glanced at one

another and smiled before their hip leader approached and caressed my neck. "That's ok. Why don't you come with us?" An hour later I was bound and being tortured by a girl with a

a bone impaled through her nostrils. I'd been tricked! None of these people were who they said they were. She pulled the bone from her nose & jabbed me in the eye with it. I spit

e my nose in my face of. No, I face my nose despite it. No. I spite my nose off to cut my face. Dang. I never get these things right. She was so clever and I was a poopy pants.

And so, with the last of my sanity, I sold my soul to Satan to curse her with complete incontinence. NOW who's the poopy pants, bitch.