Believe me, believe me not.

Somewhere in Icenfar, there's a seal that's fucking bored.

His girlfriend is gone, winning her life, in a circus in the Halycon Ward.

The seal is all alone, he looks at the sun that softly dives down the iceberg.

He thinks of the Halycon while crying all low, that's how it is when your girlfriend left you.

It isn't worth it, to leave those you love, to go roll balloons on your nose.

It makes the children laugh, it never last long, it doesn't make anyone laugh when the children are tall.

When the seal is bored, he looks at his shining fur, like the roads after the rain, he dreams of the Sabani desert, to a callipygian beauty, he'd like to see his girlfriend make a show.

It's just a story.

I can't make me believe.

But sometimes, I have the impression that it's me.

That's sitting on the ice, with two hands on my face, and my love left and I'm bored.