Hahahahahahahahaha.
You're brilliant, man.
Hahahahahahaha, too true, too true.

Stop, shudder.
We sit on the log, smoking our cigarettes and ashing into the warping sky.

Reckon we could burn a hole in time with our cigarettes?, she asks, her eyes glimmering in time with the moon and I wonder where abouts she is.

Stop, shudder.
She leans forwards and peirces the sphere with the flaming tip and begins explaining that now, we can travel through time. She sort of grabs at my arm and yanks we forwards with her, but then she disappears, and the time hole closes.

Stop, shudder, alone.

Wherever you went, it's not funny, come back, I half-beg of the waning moon. The moon smiles at me, it's clear grin a part of the green diamonds that swim the skies.

I didn't go anywhere, there's nowhere to go, and she's back beside me.
We put out our cigarettes and travel the trail back to the music.