I had a spiderweb, what happened to my spiderweb. How many have I stretched my legs to, what did they all mean in my little flippant world. I feel like I'm in an alanis morisette song, how much effort did I put it, what did I actually pay for? Why wasn't I asked, told the price!? I threw snake skin, not petals. I drive on the wrong side of sanity, I sped and made things spin, I'm a dangerous evil twin. Call me on an occasion for wine.. somewhere out in San Fransisco.