the red follow pink voices and eyes trembling tell you of my stance, one last glance on the brink intellect flees its cell so long now, I'll swallow whole or utter stillborn sentiment she knows how...
-Hey! Hey, Banana! Hey, Banana, hey! -Are you talking to me? -Duh. Of course he's talking to you. -Because you're a banana, remember? -Oh, totally. I forgot. -A banana that's forgetting she's a...