meet me under the wheels of that giant truck

my contemporaries are dropping off like flies.
i don't know why, but for some reason the sight of skyscrapers and cranes getting battered by wind and snow is very appealing to me.
and for some reason, every time i walk past these buildings i have to convince myself that someday soon, i'll own these buildings.
it's probably the same reason that when the little man lights up, telling us to 'walk', it's always a race and i always have to win.
everytime my eyes catch sight of a shiny red fire alarm all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
pull it pull it pull it pull it now.
applications are in.
now we wait.