Freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again

Sitting at his shabby little desk throwing away his junk mail…

“Witness Statement Request” bin
“Witness Statement Wanted” bin
“Invited to Facemans Birthday” bin

Mance Rayder started to ponder at the life he leads now and the life he could have some day…

Oh, Feelin' maybe he'll see a little better, set a days, ooh yeah

*Daydream sequence*
As you see Mance Rayder sitting as his desk pixilation starts to kick in all around him and you start to see scary images of him putting his pants on and his little smile in the cold wind and then finally it kicks into him having a argument with his mother when he was a kid…

Little kid Mance: Why can’t I join my father in the family business?
Mom: Out in the fields death is just a heartbeat away
Little kid Mance: Please Mommy please!
Mom: Maybe when you’re 16
Little kid Mance: Thanks Mom!

Oh, hand out, faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar, oh yeah

*Daydream sequence change*
Pixilation kicks in again and Mance gets a little older, probably around 16, and seems to have a cheap 2nd hand suit on him walking towards a door…

16 year old Mance: Father?

There was a man sitting at desk throwing out his junk mail and he turned his seat towards Mance and stirred at him with blank eyes…

Father: Sorry Mance I was daydreaming and I think that maybe some day you could become a better man than I was…

16 year old Mance: Father you’re a very well respected man…

Father: Yes Mance but I have several people to answer too and only when you have someone else to sort through your junk mail will you then have the respect that I really wanted; the respect that I want for you…

Oh, dark grin, he can't help, when he's happy looks insane, oh yeah

*Daydream sequence change…again*
Purple clouds started to flow through the air in front of you and some would say Jeremy spoke in class today or not whatever but you start to see an even older Mance s with a very large smile on his face, lets see what’s happening…

Mance Rayder standing in an empty room when a man comes out of nowhere and starts to measure him for a new suit and furniture movers carrying lamps and most importantly a shine finished oak desk…

Mance: Today is the day I get my own office and after receiving the title of Earner by my fellow business men I’m ready and willing to go even further like my dad had wanted for me.

A man entered the room and handed Mance his first letter, a letter from Forever, telling him to attend the organised meeting at 19:00 on time and in proper attire. Mance thought it lucky it wasn’t a WS Request otherwise he would have chucked it into the bin that the mover man had just set down…

Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
Someday yet, he'll begin his life again
Life again, life again...

*Back to reality*
Mance snapped out of his daydream and thought to himself “I‘m 27 now, I have been an Earner for 5 years, it‘s time I started to pick up on things a little better.” as Mance said that to himself he also thought of something he always to himself… “When the night has come and the land is dark and the moon is the only light we‘ll see…No I won‘t be afraid.”

Kneelin', looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read, ooh yeah
Oh, prayin', now to something that has never showed him anything
Oh, feelin', understands the weather of the winters on its way
Oh, ceilings, few and far between all the legal halls of shame, yeah

An anonymous benefactor gave me credit recently this pile of nonsense it for you.

Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
Someday yet, he'll begin his life again
Whispering hands, gently lead him away
Him away, him away...
Yeah!

Faceman still hasn't found a dinosaur...Sad news.

Woo...ah yeah...fuck it up...
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away

Running out of stuff to say, maybe I should shut up?

Someday yet, he'll begin his life again, yeah
Oh, whispering hands, gently lead him away
Him away, him away...
Yeah!

Woo...uh huh...yeah, yeah, mommy, mommy...

Love you Mom!

I died, I died & you just stood there. I died & you watched. I died & you said no. I'm dead.

- Brought to you by MancyRayder

Wait.. hold the freaking phone..

Faceman had a birthday party? Thats it. That bastard is off my Christmas card list now.

Well then where the hell was my invite?!?!

Faceman I will never ever help you find another dinosaur again!

Arya is comforted in the knowledge that there is always someone whose thoughts are even more disjointed.

im sorry guys, next year i will invite you both, but for now, i have a taste for pearl jam...