I sat on the hotel bed (I forgot to bring my own sheets) and the cracks in the wall filled with pity, as I told my story. I was talking to myself and the parrot beside the bed (His name was goldfish, for thats all the hotel would allow). Offered only a soft echo. Your picture winked at me, and not being able to stand the smug I grabbed my raincoat, my auburn wig (I felt like being different) and I put on your necklace, even though the cheap metal gives me a rash. And I'll get into my plastic car because everything is plastic (excludingsoulsandallthingsgodintendedtobe) good The radio's on and The weatherman says they're clouds in my head I guess that means its going to rain....