you've killed me, he says laughing

and staggers backwards into the edge

of the light where something 

messes his hair.

he's annoyed, but can't do anything 

about it, because his hands are melting

and his legs are crumbling into glitter

glue heaven you idiots. you idiots.

you idiots.

holy crap, this is awesome

i don't even care

disorder is seemly, everyone!

the order of the day is to take your

shirts off and put spandex tights

on your heads.

     like mr bean with random lady's cardigan,

now that is freedom, guys.