Tint/Faust/Rail

TINT
Gerard was walking slowly down his driveway to get the mail, the day wasn't a humid one, but so arid one that a camels hum would have been appropriate. He Reaches his mailbox. Tin slips past rusty screws. A Tint of Orange Pillows around/orbiting his skull. April Fools the Box Shrills. But its only March 5th Gerard Chokes. He then falls to the ground. His audience across the street named Gordon Collapses, only She is the only one to get back up.

FAUST
Feelings are not the complete expression of the minds intellect. There are Thoughts and parodies upon those to be had. To be taken into consideration before the butterfly can take flight upon its birth from it's cage. Remember dear Clay, that I am but a figment of though and not a whole particle of matter until I create a note of sound.

RAIL
Curtain: Could Light falter?
Rod: Never, it's as straight as I.
Curtain: Well you are not exactly Straight.
Rod: How Dare Thee proclaim such filth.
Curtain: Einstein or one of those German Goofs once said if something was completely Straight, Nothing would be held up. Better put, We've all got a little of a queer curve to us. Otherwise we'd have no excuse to be up-Right.
Rod: Oh
Curtain: Oh Indeed.