Ok, so the ceiling was mad cool, it was all starry and stuff. The book kid kept looking up there and he was wearing this scarf made out of a bunch of scarves tied together. People hung on him. Sort of owl-like, i guess, i’m not sure if they were even people...they were too fuzzy to make out...sort of lamp-ish beings that really hurt yer eyes when you looked at them. The book kid’s eyes were like really deep and wet and gelatinous and made a really soft ringing noise as they pulsated away in response to the ceiling. My foot was tied to the gronud, but i was lifting up towards the ceiling anyway and i tasted the ceiling as my head turned into a cloud. “Maybe we could all go to space one day,” said the emulator bird from his claustrophilic chamber in the corner. He has his neck craned in a book and his bones cracked with the force of a thousand electrical appliances as he tilted up with his back as smooth as a luminescent profile frogstyle. We went to see jed the steady onion king...a hippie type, i guess. His eyes flickered with about 32 memories at once, or at least that’s what my bibulkoffalator detected. The 80s were wide, but not as wide as the 7th floor we were on at the time of this encounter. Jed croaked. He was a mechanic. He gave us the garlic knots and we thanked the globe