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Snorting a small mountain of cocaine

Vibrant, clueless Brittany Murphy is dead now

Just like we’ll all be soon or someday

A camera flashes and suddenly my ears ring with the sound of white

Clouds

Four blue doors, different and each individually stunning

The overwhelming options

My dreams become acquiescent of my nightmares

They both become me 

It’s so fucking real

In luscious, diving blues and glowing greens

Various hues dude

My memories look like a young zealous couple sitting in a park silently telling each other their souls

Street lamps light up the trees trailing and limping limbs

An entire midnight metropolis passing there behind them

A small light flickers in the blur of collective electricity

Will Smith or Barack Obama could be turning on that very light that she sees as a flicker

Living their line simultaneously 

Magic moments when strangers stories meet

A pearly white 1994 Jeep often speeds through this suburbia state of scruples. 

So do beautiful blue beaches built off submerged cities.

In this multiverse, there once sat a furry white cat

With hauntingly huge eyes, that never blinked

She sat atop a hill, staring at ants, wondering if they knew they were on top of the world

Wondering if humans think about the same thing ants do… probably.

Striped, starry-eyed, sparkly soul, unicorn man.

Your conscience is beautifully haunted with misty mountaintops and dreamy branches

Left and right, day and night

Tram tracks and flare jeans, wooden beads and fogged glass

A 50 foot skeleton emerges from the rips of the river with a notebook

Bones enjoys drawing, she releases all of the demons and angels from her grasp

They walk off the pages into a stream of water where a swing takes them under

And suddenly heaven and hell is there on the lap of a little boy in vast blues

Heaven and hell is there on the lips of a woman running barefoot in a dessert

Chasing the fantastic phantasmagoria

Heaven and hell is there, knocking on your door, disrupting your television program

Live from the man on the moon, who does not know whether he is a man dreaming he is a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming he is a man

With fluttering fairy tale flight

The dead caterpillar, like mirrors, feels jealousy for unbound beauties staring from beyond

Scratching her wing disks, detachable.

Checking the time and pressing illuminating lights on your phone

Glowing in the midst, freezing in abyss

The cold, blank stare journeying through height’s wind chill

Flying lotus over building tops like umbrellas

You sturdy bag 

Secretions in the sky

A dear caught in the headlights

Tranced by virginal blindness

Same white noise

Molten waves erect the young girl of prior skeleton

Her eyeless grin beams down on clouds

A fairy in a lovely sequined dress dances around in ballet shoes at the crime site

Melting bodies

The sun beheads us awkwardly

Gripping grasps in double denim

Red, red wine and ocean sky line

My floor boards, mine that I faithfully crawl on 

turn into a ceiling in Mexico

Who stares at a trippy tiled floor all day

Crafty crosses, picture frames and clever clocks

Milky columns, disco balls and neon signs

Endless words like her fair flowing hair

Tippy toes and nosey nose

A shoeless women in red falls backwards into puddles that reflect the parking lots dedicated sky

Landing in a galaxy of her favorite stars

Openly orbiting 

Opaque staircases and pac-man lights

Flashy cars and burrowed babes

One day your insight will be outside and realize your toothpaste is poison

And your streets are made of water

That flows in and out of some people and drowns others

Isolation in a cold place

Nasty in nirvana

Pixilated pigeons and rays of golden curly light, pierced nipples and bristled pinkies

Mythic Mariah and Money Mo disasterously tunneled and you are now HERE!

In space with Stewey and the peanuts for Christmas

Shooting bullets of all the best things

Horse shoes, studded hearts, frisky frogs, slender beads, pine trees, penguins and bombs

Another car, another boat

Another day, another dollar

Cowboy, I want to be one strand in your horses mane

One glance in your iceberg oculars

The house you peer in

The world you stand towering above

To light your crystal candles

And show off glistening Brazilian waxes in a tree house

On our own earth

In our own universe

Whorled world, helical hell

Tear drops and lipstick

It begins with an A, its all over your face

Shimmery sunshine summertime

Nice to meet you.