I love girls who go on and on about how "Oh my gosh... my hands/feet/eyes/nose is so small..." It's not your (Insert body part here) That's small... It's that the rest of you is gigantic!
Not talking about anyone on my friends list. Just someone I know. heheh.
Little boy, made of plastic, doing what you do every day... in a desert of footprints so numerous the ground resembles the cratered moon... erase your mind. or melt, in the light of a burning black sun made of so many shards of broken glass.
Because your shards have been already melted down, and molded to shape a reflective moon.