Like an old big wheel made of rubber and plastic in a dusty cellar back home, Kind of like chewing gum and a laser gun that makes a noise and lights up some. It's like an empty hallway in the dark, a parked car with his headlights on, and when a little shoe makes you feel so younger... it's a throw-away. Like a brown snowsuit in a pile surrounded by the Blizzard of '78 Hands plastered still as priceless art on a driveway where all those dreams were paved. It's like a curtain turning off the days, a women without her hairspray, while that photograph makes you outright laugh... it's a throw-away.