baby hotline, please dial nine to get out! no flatline, what were you scared about? (ha-ha-ha!) baby sat by and felt the wind at least i called her a hoarder of quarters and no boundary boredom-dom no boundary and boredom! i contend that your drinking eye has never opened i insist somebody will die, and i hate hoping wishing that the pills let you cry, and i hate coping someday i will go back outside and see her okay