sometimes i just like to think. i like to open my eyes so wide my eyelids scream in protest and i look like a ventriloquist’s dummy. i like to squeeze life’s lemon juice into my third eye and relish the acidic burn. there has always been a fascinating attraction to the absurd and irrational, the off-beat and off-hand. the faint rumours found as the mingling voices of strangers fall into line, recreating a desperate indigenous march off a cliff of disney’s desire… god save walt’s popcicle of a brain…and be warned, although it is red, it is not cherry flavored, or even cheery flavored, it tastes like funk. funk warmed over….over what i have no idea



SOME questions are better left unasked, so long as no answers are questioned


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