Surreal
Weird life.
I have enough focus to stop a Ferris Wheel for a second.
I’m an octopus.
I land very well and leave splotches behind.
Slush.
I’m a fiend and an athlete.
Squeezed lime juice until I’m a sour husk.
My life is weird.
And wired.
Wise.
Old blood.
Weird life.
Like hot peppers trying to break into this place.
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