You: The lunatic is on the grass.
You: The lunatic is on the grass.
Stranger: he is? omg run!
You: Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
You: Got to keep the loonies on the path.
Stranger: yeah you should
You: The lunatic is in the hall.
Stranger: otherwise things get messy
You: The lunatics are in my hall.
Stranger: that's creepy
You: The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
Stranger: get them out!
You: And every day the paper boy brings more.
You: And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
You: And if there is no room upon the hill
Stranger: then what?
You: And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
You: I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
Stranger: what song is that? :D
You: The lunatic is in my head.
Stranger: yeah i got that part
You: The lunatic is in my head
You: You raise the blade, you make the change
Stranger: maybe you should see like a shrink or something :D
Stranger: b-bye
You: You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
