sometimes, it's like:
a wee sardine climbing to the highest peak of the largest mountain
walking so long in killer heels they become stylish flats
growing a beard from my elbow hair
converting white wicker furniture to darkly stained oak
keeping your lip balm intact while eating spicy hot ribs
throwing an ace of hearts into a vintage hat on the ground from the roof of a skyscraper
carving the Mona Lisa out of jell-o
sneezing so violently a piece of your lung pops out
this was a fun form of expression. I recommend.
