Fearful madness fortunetelling “Gas”, Let me see your fat face. A lucky face. You are a big nosed Pinot Noir flavored expression only in your night-cap. World now listen your spiral string orchestra, grace of every end of human existence. Gas, recover your memory where you had your price was a scrape of a hanging gallows. I am not envy your greasy eminent face, rather I would like to be a lean and mean rollerblading face-physic.