Treatise on subconscious futility and windproof cake

I had my birthday a few days ago. On my cake there was a candle. And I blew it out but it came on again. So I tried again and again and the damned thing kept lighting up on its own again and again. At first I thought, hey that's pretty neat, it's a windproof candle. But then I thought a bit more and it hit me: Why the hell does anyone need a windproof cake-candle? Do you take your cake in a hurricane? Perhaps in a wind tunnel? Do you streamline your cake?
Hmm... That's an interesting concept. Cake slipstream.

We have failed. We have let ourselves down. We have postponed our happiness because we need more time to search for it. Oh well, whatever, nevermind.

To all and sundry

Underneath the bridge
The tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
It's okay to eat fish
'Cause they don't have any feelings

Something in the way
Something in the way, yeah

-Something in the way, Nirvana

Hanging God of Gibbet Hill