Peoplo of the lando give me indo but only on the weekendo so that i can be perfecto.But i'll crawl bacwards up a cliff with my hands behind my back with the blood from the meat under my toenails(i'm using my toes as fingers)running down like a thin stream soaking my t-shirt red and from there it is dripping into my eyes so that i am blind even though i am trying my best to flush the blood out with my tears,it's all falling down:a combination of blood and tears into a puddle at the bottom of the cliff and for a split second i make out a herd of white uni-corns wich are drinking from my life,they are turning platinum in colour now and then i hear them sing out :Greatness you are Joseph