for awhile, when I was young, I believed I could shoot a snot rocket the whole way into the sun. once I was older, and had lost a few cherry pit spitting contests, humility appeared and I knew my solar dreams were misfit.

I cried for awhile, all the while hoping my dreams would yet manifest, but, one day... (more)

for awhile, when I was young, I believed I could shoot a snot rocket the whole way into the sun. once I was older, and had lost a few cherry pit spitting contests, humility appeared and I knew my solar dreams were misfit.

I cried for awhile, all the while hoping my dreams would yet manifest, but, one day, I looked up into a tree and realized that all the songbirds were laughing at me. after that, I couldn’t face the treetops, so I stared only at the ground. that’s how I first noticed the devils.

luckily for me, the devils had their backs turned. so I lifted up my foot with a gargantuan, "hurrah!" and squashed them with a swift, "whump!"

so now the devils are vanquished but their songs live on, blasted out the rear end of an ancient gnome resting atop a toadstool. these recordings are they.