I’ve been coming here for the last four years. I knew what I would find.
I would find what I lost on the other side. What I cannot reach.
I don’t see a solution. I feel we may always be separated.
If only I get could get a message through.
“I’m ok. I’m here.”
“I miss you.”
I am Cone Alone.
In a new poll, two out of five individuals surveyed agree that cones do not blend in well with the environment.
I am a statistic.
I am Cone Alone.
HA! HA HA HA HA
Hooooo.
HA HA!
Have a nice trip, buddy. See you next fall! HA!
I’m just glad it wasn’t me this time.
I am Cone Alone.
Green Rover, Green Rover, send that stupid human right over.
I am playing a game.
Or am I?
I am Cone Alone.
I’m not getting it.
Not a chance. I’m not risking the dog shit.
No! You’re the idiot who wanted to be so strong.
You threw the fucking Frisbee, you get it.
I am standing my ground.
I am Cone Alone.
That truck is too close!
It’s so hot out here!
And if that idiot I work with doesn’t stop singing that Tom Cochran song I’m going to “accidentally” knock him into oncoming traffic. I’d much rather listen to Stephen Malkmus’ old band.
I can barely control my road rage.
I am Cone Alone.
I didn’t even want to be here.
And now my parents or legal guardian will find out and I’m going to be in big trouble. And then I can’t ask you-know-who (not Voldemort, duh) to the prom. And then my life will be ruined.
All because I let my friends talk me into this stunt.
We should have stopped, but we didn’t. We couldn’t.
This is a bad sign.
I should have been octagone by now.
I am soooo grounded.
I am Cone Alone.
Fuzz.
Pig.
Fascist.
I’ve had all the derogatory sobriquets slung at me.
But I keep walking the beat.
And I keep running into some of the worst society has to offer.
“Hey. Just what do you think you’re doing here?”
“Yeah, you. This area is for authorized personnel only. I can’t have you just hanging around. Sorry, but you’ll need to move on.”
“Wait. Who’s that over there? You’re just not gonna make this easy are you?”
I never wanted to be a detective. I never wanted to be a chief.
I just wanted respect.
I am Cone Alone.
I already know that because I’m employed by the Conetral Intelligence Agency (CIA) I have limits on my political activities.
But thanks for the visual metaphor.
I am surrounded by heavy-handed idiots.
I am Cone Alone.
Why did I buy this novelty trap?
The harder we tug, the tighter the trap holds.
No! Don’t you dare tile me about your fucking political platform.
I can’t take this much longer.
I am Cone Alone.
Cone Alone 