Step to the rhythm made out of brown paper.
And then they realize I am alive...
Yes, quite alive. In actuality, I am more alive than I have ever been.
Antarctica is waiting for me. My father is a biologist and is an expertise in the study of arctic wolves. We will be visiting them for winter vacation, and I must say it sounds rather exciting. I cannot wait. I cannot wait.
Or maybe, I have gone mad. Those bloody mercury salts in my felt hat have corrupted my mind, and next my soul. These twitches and trembles in correspondence with my exploding nervous system aren't as lovely as they seem to be...
Don't worry. I'll be fine. I promise.
Yes, quite alive. In actuality, I am more alive than I have ever been.
Antarctica is waiting for me. My father is a biologist and is an expertise in the study of arctic wolves. We will be visiting them for winter vacation, and I must say it sounds rather exciting. I cannot wait. I cannot wait.
Or maybe, I have gone mad. Those bloody mercury salts in my felt hat have corrupted my mind, and next my soul. These twitches and trembles in correspondence with my exploding nervous system aren't as lovely as they seem to be...
Don't worry. I'll be fine. I promise.