monsters sleep in the middle, you know, that spot where the riddle ends and we think "goddamnit, what's the answer?" you know, when it's finally got your attention. so you think and you think and chunk all your reason into slabs to conquer this silly party-favor, all the while fully unaware that it has captured you fully. and those monsters in the middle feast upon your entrails, it never fails, caught up in a stupid moment waiting for a punchline to poke up its head in the midst of the torment, "haha," you laugh, "i've finally found it. she fell in a hole and the piano's her soul." damn you sound like an idiot.