Captain Blue-Green, where are you? This story is getting bland and boring without you here. Last I heard, Peach was happy to be with you. Her heart wasn't falling out without a destination in mind. On that dusty southern road her intentions were good, and on your bed with those cool, spring touched sheets, she wanted nothing more than to be with you. And when she told me this, she cried, not just from her eyes, but from everywhere in her body. She let me touch her tears, each of them filled with her desires and longing for you, Captain Blue-Green.

At some point in my pathetic teenage life, I hope to accomplish something. And now that I've stopped with this running around business, pretending to be something important, I can finally feel the full blow of my insignificance. Now that I am not surrounded by people, and now that my emotions have settled to the bottom of my head, I still remain somewhat stone-set as to how I feel.