Yellow morning star. 11 - 22. There is no sunshine. There is no sunshine. 27 feeble men. Scarecrow laughs in your ear. There is no daytime. Every day is smarter than the last. 222.6.3.Thursday is in its room. It cannot watch me. I should watch it. It deserves a better life. A real one. Perhaps not. Being too real is too real. There is comfort in semi-nonexistence. Send me home, son.