A psychiatric hospital and the identical prison yard, a tornado of flowers, a miniature ballerina, on a television, a king and his wolves, the sweet suffering inside the mind, a goblet of demon rum, and slimy ectoplasm for walls, this perch is atop a massive, New York cityscape, the gray clouds match the eyes, the silent ones engineering rainfall, cats balancing on their scratch-posts, vicious sunsets and warm colors, a million trillion miles away it is raining on the mountain, the bitter dust of sand in Saudi Arabia blankets the long forgotten skeleton of an explorer, the djinn's screaming and howling inside their vases in the bay, I must be the woe of a wife, a ring on my finger, or is it teeth marks, a meadowlark disappearing into the violet tree-tall melting glass, a rotten wood dock decomposing next to a sunken ship, I hereby claim this island for Russia, a round of applause from the crowd, a nice on-the-spot speech about glowing fungus, my mushroom glade and unimaginable, beautiful, slime-mold, although it must taste like soap, do statues ever take dumps, standing in the shape of a cross, this is a table-top fit for the finest of silverware, people eat them though, they really do, chairs screeching, boom, bing, bang, pow, tangles of octopus arms grab hold, a small protest, the elegance of a Duchess, remove your dirty ape-like hand from my boob, dost thou not hear me, Sir or Madam, you may speak, these straps are 7 kinds of too tight, as if one were the Zodiac Killer, drunken, whining wheels of a portable bed that smells like age-old cat pee, Jesus blood in my hair, Mexicans and their salad bars, blue gums and a boxing gum shield, do I have a fancy remote, or a combat drone, bright-white jackets and neatly-lit fluorescent hallway, a bland orchard this be, people like spiders climbing their walls, my flaming, secret, love, I am your slave, a serpent bite, mean needle prick, MOTHERFUCKER, why did you go and do a thing like that, no one has more upvotes than me, you dog-faced Daniela transvestite, hell-bound herpe-having internet mods, I curse you, I will kill you; YOU, robot with a wig on, remove your hand from my butt, a bed of giant cotton balls, this is nice, I like it, an intoxicated murmur and chill-vibes only, a drowsy room full of aliens dressed like doctors, very soon is the saddest day.