I stepped outside with my vest overbearing my chest. Bright, shiny strips down each side. Reflecting. There was a ring of clouds in the sky, black clouds. I first thought of apocalypse, then volcanoe. I settled on weather paterns. I sang. It was night, 8:11, pacific time. How it came out, I dont know. I am not a little lamb Little lamb Little lamb I am not a little lamb I swear, I swear, I swear I just want to rip it off Rip it off Rip it off I just want to rip it off Your dress you wear oh yeah I can’t take you there no more There no more There no more I can’t take you there no more I’m afraid for you I'm glad I remembered it. I could've forgotten it. On purpose. -Chris