Distorted words are like Picasso paintings they say nothing and yet they tell you everything about the state of mind of the person who is speaking them. Ferris wheels and mis-spelled words, broken glass, shattered dreams, looking for ice cream. A bottle on it's side, who gets kissed next? Anyone for a game of chess? Cheesecrackers telling time. The clock will never turn to nine. Looking for a world your own there is no right or wrong. Or Mr. Clean to wipe it up. There are times to weep and smelly feet. Unfelt hugs and tattered rugs. Mistakes at doing laundry and all you have left is tie-die.
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