Glass marbles,
Spiraling over the floor,
Blue, green, red.
Some are retrieved
And put in a shiny jar.
Others fall down vents
Or collect dust under the sofa.
One is gulped down by the rat-haired dog.
My question: Do the prettiest marbles end up in the shiny jar?
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Don’t kill yourself because you lost your marbles. That’s a silly reason to go. Just ask the Mad Hatter – he’ll tell you all you need to know.
I’ve met the Mad Hatter while lucid dreaming. He chased me all over the universes of my mind, trying to steal my carrot-sticks. Finally it got a bit annoying, and creepy, so I slit my throat in dreamland, and woke up in my cold bed.
That’s not a creepy way to end a dream of creepy carrots. Was there also a rabbit with a pocketwatch, conversing with some parrots?
Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous. Soon that little bastard morphed into a salt-and-pepper cat with lice, trying to bite my feet off. I found pieces of moldy ham all over my kitchen. I went into my bedroom and found Elmo doing strange things to a Teletubby. I told them to get the f*ck out, but they just smiled and continued with the spaghetti experiment.
I had to get creative with death. But I’m here now.
Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
I mean, moldy ham = spam, no?
No, I’m just having a rough day. I don’t spam. Thought I’d share some of my nightmares with the world. Although I’ll never watch PBS the same way again. Maybe I swallowed one too many pills today. Maybe I’m hyper. Maybe I have strange tendencies. You can’t know, now, can you?