I'm just a table. Yep an ordinary table, I don't know how the fuck I got out here but I'm here. It gets pretty lonely here in these grassy plains. I think I'm a table.... at least I feel like one, ya know how a table should feel. Or maybe I'm a fucking stool I don't know anymore. Why am I out here? All I see is grass and sky. I'm just a lonely table in the wind.
