I can feel the sunlight on my back but it is the middle of the night. The psychedelic carnival with a circus of those purple zebras outside my window. What a marvelous din they make, the band of fools and actors, the gypsy woman's wonderful spell transgressing into the depths of my skull.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
I can feel the sunlight on my back but it is the middle of the night. The psychedelic carnival with a circus of those purple zebras outside my window. What a marvelous din they make, the band of fools and actors, the gypsy woman's wonderful spell transgressing into the depths of my skull.
