there's no music playing in the round-lamp-shades-bubble-glass-helmets.
The panasonic light bulb liked music and singing and was optimistic at first,
and betrayed his friends to climb up the lamp
and was stuck there to be lonesome every night.
It would be bored to death if not for being made miserable by the insensitive leaflets of the hedge who would play amongst themselves and cruelly mocked the light bulb for having been stupid to believe in advertisements.
It had dreamt of entering American Idol if not for this.
It wanted to sing to the hedge, but alas! they could not hear it. So it thought nobody could hear it and sang to nobody. But the moth and ants with wings could hear it, so sometimes they'll be so drawn to its singing that they smashed themselves onto the lamp-casing and die. Some lived to fly into the lamp shade, and they would be driven berserk by the intoxicating rendition of whitney housten's "I will always love you", and they will flutter around like crazy until they died of severe dehydration. The light bulb didn't understand them, and just thought that they were just annoying to make a mess.
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