The fat kid in the front wasn't enough to stop the form of the stove to the left of the eyeball structure from being in the way of my hat on the left side of my face when i sat on the top far from the one who put me there when i fell asleep on the hippo ride at the fair for the first time but the last time for me to see the color red in my book of fire engines and revolutionary britains willingly killing the red fish out of the crawling tank of glass withered from the heat of the sun on my back forcing me to burn as my glasses steam and my shirt sweats of the failure it wished apon its owner in my backyard for the tile of the bathroom was to bright to sleep on in the daylight.