Noah Had His Hands Full

During a hypnotic regression my client confided to me I was on Noah’s Ark, and we were not two, we were three Noah had a time trying to keep us from fighting you see I did not know what to say, so I was as silent as I could be When the client left, I noticed my art that included Noah. It was titled a bit, and it had a mysterious bluish pink glow-ah. The animals were escaping the art, landing on my bookcase to hide. I no longer had difficulty picturing Noah trying to keep them inside. It must have been nigh onto ridiculous to keep them in line. I am watching these creatures escape, there goes a monkey, so fine. Two other monkeys follow him and they drop down on my floor. I decide right that second to never again drink Vodka for four.