Ten fingers counting we have each
Nine planets around the sun repeat
Eight ball is the last if you triumphant be
Seven oceans pummel the shores of the sea

It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices

Everybody's happy
Everybody's free
We'll keep the main door open
And everyone'll come around
Why are you different?
Why are you that way?
If you don't get in line
We'll lock you away

Six senses feeling
Five around a sense of self
Four seasons turn on and turn off
I can see three corners from this corner
Two is a perfect number
But one

Everybody's happy
Everybody's free
We'll keep the main door open
And everyone'll come around
Why are you different?
Why are you that way?
If you don't get in line
We'll lock you away

It's a typical situation
In these typical times
We can't do a thing about it

Quel cielo mi manca terribilmente.

Una torre tutta di alabastro, platino e velluto, la cui inclinazione è di circa 5 metri. Questo nuovo rifugio che mi son trovata funziona a meraviglia. E lo sento così vicino, così facilmente raggiungibile. Invece ci sarà da ridere, e tanto: mi aspetto il peggio.

Peccato che tra me e quella torre di alabastro, platino e velluto ci siano migliaia di gradoni di porfido non sbozzato, piogge di cubilia e lapilli, cascate di fogli a quadretti.

Via da qui, diamine.