"We´re all a little mad here" he says, wide eyed, letting the words lip slither off his snippity snake tongue. We smile and we laugh in unison. In unison our heaves, ins outs match one another, as belly moves, up and down we synchronize, ha-h-ha, What does he mean? how silly! Then deep thought unlit hide behind our bodies rocking chair movement snip snapping hip We´re all a little mad, are we not? as ego wears a crimson feathered mask and covers in gold to hide the deep dark coal secrets that slith and creep like crocodiles, sewer nights in paris, smelly grotesque, we hide. "We´re all a little mad here" he says as our bodies move in unison. Our bodies move in unison. In unison, while echoes tap my animal soul.