Rolling hills of nuked sand baked into glass dazzle the sun with a brilliance only the last man on earth could appreciate, what else could only one man truly enjoy? It would be the end of things like the last drop of coke ever, a single tear at the end of a really boring film, the end of the universe when all other living things have been consumed by mindless soul sucking red eyed roach robots that dance to the song the Sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
So I was thinking it would be awesome if I could have a convertible skull that would retract back and I could really pick my brain...I could really get my finger in there and twiddle my cerebrum.
Neon Hitch, Bad Dog :
"You’re just an animal that I caught
You know I’m yours so rip my clothes off
And it’s like oh oh and then we oh oh
Just come inside my cage you bad dog."
