Running through fields of cheese, drenched in carrots, while battleships cruise the skies blasting holes in the indifference.
Looking into the distance to see what is in front of your past, trying to comprehend the here and now.
Contemplating the similarities in the mountains while the dessert screams for your attention, crying to be painted black.
Random frogs trying to sell you Internet services and nameless salesman talking up the low down.
Looking for meaning in the frog filled paddies as blind spectators heckle your goo, ignorant of their hypocrisies.
Google your image and listen to the gravy fill your consciousness rendering your bladder apathetic.
Dancing to the alphabet while random ferrets fight to see the Romanesque prestidigitator pull tragic sequels from it's arse.
All I need is one more chance to see the green that sets me free from the tyranny of red, while the blue oranges laugh at yellow gnomes.
Raw ambition and unbridled ambition is no substitute for Garam Marsala, try it!
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