Sellophane

Fits of anti social ness. Phrases and words, huge chunks of them in different sizes and shapes are strewn around a crinkly wrinkly wily cranium. Make new shapes out of them, join half a dog (chow) and an adjective for the average man (mean) to make funky snake like gourmet dish. Trace trails of ciggys and take a swim in clunky ash trays. Is that what they teach you? Win a couple lose a couple.

Zephyr Song. Crouch, Couch, Ouch, Uch. Shudder, Sun, Rudder, Udder.
Humpty Dumpty Sat On A Wall
Humpty Dumpty Went off To Sleep.

Pick your nose, draw crinkly brackets. Integrate your thoughts and differentiate your pain. Only to add to the net total a healthy does of crinkly forehead wrinkles. Now multiply all of this with the pain in your muscles. Did you get the right answer? No silly mistakes? Remember your rules of BODMAS? Wait. I am not done yet. Divide all of this with the kind of silly memory god has bestowed upon you? What does all this mean? What is reality? Fakeosiitude.

Of Plimpy Penises and Victorious Vaginas. Of Punitive Pricks and Vindictive Vags. Of Aliterated Asses and one pink bum cheek.

Suddenly, he wakes up. Eyes open, only to be greeted by the kind of distorted, surreal sight that only fishes and mermaids deem normative. Glug Glug. Rise up child. Break the surface like a stoned dolphin trying to barbecue itself in the sweaty sun. Break the surface, only to crash right back into it. Approximately 6.31367822 seconds of absolute freedom. Out of which 2.97565257 seconds are spent in cotemplating how you are going to fall. That doesn't give you much time to be free or live/fly/burn/inotherwordschosewhatyouwanttodo. Well then leap out more often said the wise dolphin to me.

Too much of an effort. Flying fishes are cooler, but they be too ugly. So Dolphin it shall be, except that this dolphin shall jump and not come back.
Nope.
Not yet.

Actually, never.