Often making a little masterpiece doesn't matter and I am having almost too much fun writing, laughing at times, and it's like a drug, when I stop writing I feel that some magic wonderland gas is swirling around the universe. I had given birth to a giant creativity cloud. Overly conventional butt wipes lose their balance, fall to the ground, have convulsions, and admit they still like My Little Poney! Happens every time! Soon they are trying dance moves and petting cats. It works!
Take me there...
ALICE IN EPIC LAND
By Mark Guttman and Morgan Green
On her way out Alice finds herself in a chair watching Cat Woman on boob box land
Sadly it seems she will be there for an eternity and forever more in dream castles
Not a care to live and not a fear of death she sat as if a great man danced closer
She felt fog in her living room and a softness and peace just like fancy dreams
With an idea that all was good in a world outside with flowers and high towers
High as the clouds there giant birds like swans in the airs on lakes freedom
As her dream was swelling in her thoughts found her lost in reverie beauty
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