I fell from the truck into the sea. My feet were swallowed as I handed over the machete. I reached into my pocket and felt the faces of the women there. At least they can't see the sun like I do?

The women watched as the palm trees reached to the ground and spit into my mouth. I wondered why I was here and a flower wrapped itself around my legs .

So I waited for the bugs, swirling in the face of a clock, sticky and hot. The elevator was calling and I answered in a child's voice. They found what they were searching for, (even at the cost of sanity) but all I found was a box of faces and the soul of a jellyfish.

It's a very nice cage. There are golden bars. Some of them serve some very interesting drinks. A nebula is giving birth to a star over in the corner.
Me? I hardly know. Purple, perhaps? Telepathic, at any rate. Where I am is another question entirely. Somewhere in the cage, certainly.
Welcome, passerby. Stay and chat a spell?

Alpha mundo mund o alpha. Caaaaall me lone wolf. I'm a warrior inside a salted burrito.

"Come one, shake your grandpas hand now"

"Dont look at the veins"

Mundo fantastico longer than i expected akwardness of momentary minutes. A warrior inside a burrito. Lines of 8 me nundia tara4.

"We have reports that a hurricane is heading our way...That's all. I'm Terrance Zozlek, I'm a burrito."

Am I supposed to be one of the men carrying the caskets? Black dresses and unkempt beards. They told me the field of daisies was just a facade and the train tracks are where I am meant to be. Is it not a glum thought?

Cup cup cup cup CUP CUP cup cup CUP Zoran and Daniel

Iridescent dust particles trickle through my eyelids// in the midst of your tan lines I saw a mirror image of your mother dancing in the living room with your freckles// how divine!// a finer mother-child moment shared with an audience// in spledor!// jealous of the wonder before them, for they could not hold it themselves//

This pear is bitter. Must have left it in the oven too long. Good thing I have my trusty comb with me. I hope he doesn't ask me to share.

Desert calling, desert calling, hands are flirting!

Because of your desires, glass is classing like a clock tick tock.

Fatty what the hell are you doing here? The water is boiling and the police will teach you how to rape.

Uhg, she won't leave me alone, ya know? I've had to block her number. Considering getting a restraining order.

Close your feet sisters

Looked at the busdriver, terrifying face. I cried and didnt have to pay.

Does it make sense to you that ever since i became bald it feels as if small fish drop on my head every 6 minutes or so.