We're gonna go to the spaghetti

The film to the soundtrack is more obscure than the film to the soundtrack is more obscure than the film...and so on.

Inmate #45 lights a candle.

Inmate #33 Writes a song.

Inmate #1489 takes off his clothes.

Inmate #4 goes grocery shopping.

Inmate #29299292 reads an article.

Inmate #4 has an accent, and is mentioned twice.

Inmate #586 is making a peculiar buzzing noise.

Inmate #9994 is brushing his teeth.

I can't believe what I just read.

The process of avoiding the inevitable

The ongoing struggle. The battle. We've won so far.

This is awesome. What are you talking about?

I could never get enough, but at the same time, I am overwhelmed. If that makes any sense. This reminds me of somebody falling out of bed in slow motion, under an avalanche. Of their own making.

SICK MAN SICK

STICK

Eleven

It was a dream, or a cream. The intersection...all pointed.

I kept them regardless.

for 27 seconds nothing happened at all, then all of a sudden

If you ever read this...

Which you won't...best of luck. All my thoughts.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGHHHH!!!

you're right about one thing. The top is suprisingly not that high up.

Piano! Drums!

I can't tell who this is. At least they rhyme.

Chairs & Benches

Two nostrils! He didn't mention the two nostrils! The pianos were angry, and they informed him. I am almost completely positive that I mispelled that word. "Sailor's horse?" Since when? Is he referring to that reptilian creature? The reptilian creature...a snake. Wrapped around a mouse, a plastic mouse.

Squeeze it all day, into a thin tube. Of wax. A candle.

Inmate #45 blows out his candle.

The film to the soundtrack is more obscure than the film to the soundtrack is more obscure than the film...and so on.