Truck, truck, truck.

LET'S CARVE PUMPKINS.

Do a barrel roll.

I'm going to stay awake

forever until I die and then

I'm going to sleep forever.

Depressed. Hungry. Thirsty.

I wish it was like trying to put toothpaste back into the tube because I could do that.

Chatty.

If I could open my skull and see my brain,

I would scoop out the stupid part

and flush it down the drain.

If I could open your skull and see your brain,

I would pick around all the smart

until I found the little part

that remembered me.

And I would hide it.

Probably at the top of a tree.

(Because you don't climb trees anymore.

And you will never climb trees again.)

And I would get on a boat

and I would sail far away

and I would spend the rest of my life

thinking about how smart and sad I am.