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[arachne8x]

Where the Lady with the Polka-dot Hair Eats Zucchini Cookies
or
I Found Asylum in Soul Milk

Life is very strange,
and do you ever feel
so deranged that the
world is turned
upside-down and every
one else is standing
on their heads.
It's when the phone rings
and you answer it to find
you are on the other end
making prank calls,
that a sunset makes you
wonder "What color
nail-polish do pink
elephants wear?"
we learn real quick
that every mirror image and picture of us
is a distortion
and who we really are
is embedded in the last drops of
liquid stuck between ice cubes in
a glass
It's not the music in my
head that makes me think,
it's the synapses in my
brain you dumbass,
and its not a drink
that makes life utopia
or hell, that's just our
way of excusing it.
Others look at me
strangely, but that's just
because they are jealous
of the great relationship I
have with myself.
And every once in a
while a strain of what's
playing on your radio
skips down to the purple
condo on the road to see
the wizard where the lady
with the polka-dot hair
eats zucchini cookies.
And you think to yourself
"I'm fuckin' weird."
But you have to be
to survive, because
life is very strange.