I'm back at the grind feeling mad as a hatter.
Still floating on. A poetry carpet.
No friction or pressure or fear I will fall.
Swooping and turning my belt is unbuckled.
Standing with toes hanging off.
Hands out for balance.
What the hell rhymes with balance.
Oh. Ladies and gentlemen if you look to your right
Niagra falls is a vision at night.
There goes a guy on your left on a rug.
Pass me a ***** driver so I can debug.
We will be landing in fifteen minutes.
In. Front of the sphynx.
After that captain sully sullivan is going to take the wheel.
The carpet guy is going down on a wing and A prayer.
Then back to his house for a much needed nap.
Good night and sweet dreams.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
I'm back at the grind feeling mad as a hatter.
Still floating on. A poetry carpet.
No friction or pressure or fear I will fall.
Swooping and turning my belt is unbuckled.
Standing with toes hanging off.
Hands out for balance.
What the hell rhymes with balance.
Oh. Ladies and gentlemen if you look to your right
Niagra falls is a vision at night.
There goes a guy on your left on a rug.
Pass me a ***** driver so I can debug.
We will be landing in fifteen minutes.
In. Front of the sphynx.
After that captain sully sullivan is going to take the wheel.
The carpet guy is going down on a wing and A prayer.
Then back to his house for a much needed nap.
Good night and sweet dreams.
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