the sky is so blue, the ****** topsy-turvy vase dribbling sun-spit crashing around with its mucus rays stumbling, heaving on doorsteps punching drunkenly through windows giddy and chaotic as it ***** air greedily upwards windmilling glory away from us as we exhale- "what a perfect day the perfect day to stay inside the perfect day to **** away" the swaying, nauseous people say, and the sky, the tipsy ******, giggles as it throws itself blue, unsubtle, with ripped tights, glistening thighs, come-hither eyes, unsteady, with love, at the trees.