"in bed that night i invented a special drain that would be underneath
every pillow in new york, and would connect to the reservoir. whenever
people cried themselves to sleep the tears would all go to the same place
and in the morning the weatherman would report if the water level of the
reservoir of tears had gone up or down and you could know if new york
is in heavy boots.”

if you be my star i'll be your sky.
you can hide underneath me and come out at night.
when i turn jet black and you show off your light,
i live to let you shine

one man's trash is another man's treasure.
one man's pain is another man's pleasure.