"FWLS61" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

(With a bleep from franny to keep bad words from hitting our
audience's ears. We're not barbarians, after all...

o/~ Plastic melting on my carpet
She wants me to clean it up
So I put 'em back in the box
They stink up the room
But I don't care

All my lego bricks have been dropped in acid
All my lego bricks have been dropped in acid
But I play with them anyway

My hands are scarred
My arms are burned
Ma wants me to throw 'em away
But I'm not gonna
Just cuz she hates them

All my lego bricks have been dropped in acid
All my lego bricks have been dropped in acid
But I play with them anyway

My creations look cooler
Deformed lumps of plastic
I like it better this way
She tries to take them away
But they're mine for good

All my lego bricks have been dropped in acid
All my lego bricks have been dropped in acid
And I'll always play with them anyway. o/~

The crowd seethed with joy, climbing on top of each other to
rush the stage and cheer us on. Force fields keep that from
happening, of course (got to keep the band safe).

"That was actually kinda good," Jack said, reading the
Tolken novel I had brought along while his computer did the hard
work.

"We were good? Foo! I'll try not to let it happen again,"
I said. "Okay, I think I'll do Invisible Box."

"You can't, stupid. It's not a song."

"Art is art. Franny, can you short out the field there,
please?"

"What?!" Jack asked, lowering the book and casting a nervous