the oil in the lamp is dreaming of a flask of star garments draped over succulent blue where the pink is bright green. crass haloes melting in sterling eggshells and dusted with cardamom and lost socks. the soft spots of the world, all dreamt by flame sleeping in a viscous pool of itself. swinging from a brace link in a fable.
the cracked *** in the corner is dancing. while disable.d.