I tend to find the whippling waves of the penquins are expanding the molecules that cause the seafoam to turn to scrubbing bubbles. Did the moss fly by here when the tree weeped?
How do I keep myself together? Do I bind myself with twine? Do I consult the ghost of Houdini? Do I stuff myself inside a big FedEx box? Do I wear a large hat? Do I wear tight socks? Cut off my toenails, take a bath, change my underwear? Why am I asking all these questions and who am I talking to?
I opened the bottled water to a string..upon pulling the string it seems I drift off into some unknown world where the lizards seem to be in charge. Why must this always happen when I just want a cracker?
I looked though the windmills of my mind and all I find is dust and a few dead tulips...what does this mean? Should I leave my hole in the tree to seek the knowledge to find my way to reality?
Another package from the UPS man! I wonder what it is? My new china with the periwinkle design? Those flower seeds from overseas? Half of the cremated remains of my mother from my sister? Who knows and whatever it will be a pleasant surprise. I just hope my neighbor doesn't find out :)
I'm dazed and confused as I walk thorough this minefield jungle. It seems that why I open my mouth the world stops rotating..when I close one eye I can see the tunnel of love.
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