Sometimes the whole thing cracks me up, it's so absurd,

When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.

Instead of soft and drape-y, it is a little bit sharper and fitted to the back,

Why, look at me. I've worked my way up from nothing to a state of extreme poverty.

Stick Boy liked Match Girl,
He liked her a lot.
He liked her cute figure,
he thought she was hot.

But could a flame ever burn
for a match and a stick?
It did quite literally;
he burned up quick.

It's a match made in heaven...by a retarded angel.