I have, as of late, lost all my mirth... NO WAIT, there it is, in the kitchen sink next to the smelly rag and the spilled lsd. I find myself experiencing and perceiving revolutions. Cracking beliefs left, right and center, with hope oozing through the nascent seams. Stasis is worse than death. The visitations are here to save you. Often they bare the painted visage. The solution is to learn freedom from self. Look to the clowns.
Salutations to Ganeesha
500 nuances of IS per second.
Perception wilts like a stranded puppy mewling in the Walmart parking lot.
Expectations watermark my senses as I crawl, begging at the coattails of doubt.
Reality has no trouble with paradox.
posted by Pills the Clown @ 8:53 PM
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