Ready for the swirl Not afraid of fast, ugly, disgusting Reality. With the goofy grin of Puzzled euphoria, I rush through the tube. Everything is on parade, Smooshed and swirled beyond individuality or recognition. I don't mind. Why have preferences? It's all getting in the <divided by zero> Parade anyway.
Sorry. I wish it was more of a poem. I'll fix it up some day.