My peak? Would I even have one? I hardly had had anything you could call a life. A few ripples. some rises and falls. But that's it. Almost nothing. Nothing born of nothing. I'd loved and been loved, but I had nothing to show. It was a singularly plain, featureless landscape. I felt like I was in a video game. A surrogate Pacman, crunching blindly through a labyrinth of dotted lines. The only certainty was my death.
SO MANY SCARES TO LEARN IN SO MANY WAYS SO MANY PATTERNS TO CHASE PACMAN AROUND A MAZE YOU'RE LIKE A ZOMBIE WITH NO BODY, YOU DON'T EAT ANY MORE YOU CAN POSSESS WHOOPI GOLDBERG AND DO DEMI MOORE OR HOPFROG ALONG THE PLANES OF LIVING AND ETHERAL YOU AND ME CAN HAUNT A BOWL OF BLUE AND FRUITY CEREAL THE LIVING MIND BOGGLES WITH FEAR AND DEMENTIA GO GET YOUR NIGHT VISION GOGGLES, TELL THEM LARGE MARGE SENT YA I'M THAT CERTAIN JE NE SAIS QUOI YOU FEEL IN THE AIR THAT REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR THAT WHEN YOU TURN ISN'T THERE I'M THAT HIGH PITCHED TONE, BUT NO BODY ELSE CAN HEAR IT I AM THE SHADOW IN THE SUNSHINE - I AM A SPIRIT!
Schaffer the Darklord