Anythings Possible

I walk along the park, golden statues of upside down men with lamps at there feet and the grey clouds light up what would otherwise be sheer darkness. The Funjins scurry around, they are everywhere now, peeling at the flesh of anyone too sick from the diseased land to fight them off. They resemble small monkeys, with pirranah-like teeth and stanley knife claws. I grab a spacehopper from the old woman who is lying on a bench, being devoured, and hop my way through. Suddenly i come to a waterfall. Luckily i have a hoverboard in my backpocket, bliss.