I'm climbing up the stairs but there are no stairs. just the sky. and feet. so many feet. touching me with mayonnaise toes. and I'm falling into the ocean of mustaches. reconstructing the reality of my earlobes and sewage (the gunk under the ground). charity is chastity of the mind, so always wash your chicken nuggets before eating them my dear. squirt the lemon juice on your face and bask in the sun. and the son.
