my old skull, ha ha. i associate skull and school. from playskool maybe. i'm still not goin' back to my old school singing in the vacated halls of my school. i imagined the school empty. haunted by all the fear and bully trauma that passed through there. a rustling wind passed through my skull. the echo of my school, a series of schools outgrown, survived abandoned to new skulls. what am i saying? i should be walking mister.