for all autumn knew she might be waiting in the parking lot , wondering where she was . but when i got there 'hurt ' was playing . what in the hell had he done ? some have no hands , some have no tongues or heads . man into monster , all right , it , s not magic . something was on fire and it was big . they are a white with a blue tint and are connected to my palms by blue light . everything was rolling ; nothing was flat . 