Go down by the shores of hope where love flows and the ocean floats. Go now, and I will meet you there. We'll sing under the cotton candy clouds. Something's eating my stomach (that sour ache is coming back again): those pretty stories and sonnets. But I cast those stories down the well when I grew up not long ago. And now I'm free from those infectious fairy tales that plagued our plado minds and wills. Something's chewing on my brain (I'm leaking dreams like piss, once again): those pretty Hollywood Endings. Someone's taking my clothes off! ("I promise you the sky! And the stars!") Must be love! Oh, I hope so!