Hannahbanána,'man

"Hip hip hooray!

It's Peter Paray!"

Good thing that's out of the way, he looked up at the sky, gazing at the moon, it was really just a grain, the particles. "It all looks the same!.." There was no way he could express it, "it was insane!" He danced in circles, there was no fire, just the one on his cigarette. He made fog appear, his void was clear, it was present to him, for the new year! There was not much to it. He began to dream!