(THE ENORMOUS WASP PERCHED UPON MY WALL, A SHADOW IN THE CORNER OF MY EYE) It’s best that you wake up, darling. Keep sleepin’ and you’ll end up like my sisters. Dead and dreaming at the bottom of a cup of artificial sweet syrup. Bubbly cola fillin’ their hollow corpses up to the brim.
That’s not the way you want to go, is it? A sweet drink ain’t always it. The easy way out isn’t always the best.
