Start over again. This time more relevant spin.

Wait. Dizzy? Is that fizzy? Brainy cork pop. Is that brain rinsey?

Made it form rocks. Is that brain sense-y? Or sensible. Boulders made of dead brain matter frayed with chemical laden endorphin wasted forests of mazes...

More mist in the forest than trees and all leaves are falling in piles of wistful unbelief.

The mistful unto each the branching trees of trunking thoughtrees reach and die in neither storm or fire.

Knotted into shapes. Knobby. Kinda nooby. Sloppy. Find a hobby.

Get a job.

Quit wobbling.

Tie your shoes.

Now you're slobbering.

Wake up. Noddy.

Get some rest or sit some.

Yes. Good idea.

Carpet crawl then stare at carpet. Twitch spasmodic. Tear at armpits. Go look in the mirror and barf it really helps then wear a scarf you stuck in places no living thing escapes. Then dart fish.

Or fish.

Darting wishy washy creatures in the docile glossy lost looking eyes of some reach around, form schools of tadpoles lulled in sad pools matid down in wads of that fluid. Rat glue.

That do work.

Rat poo? That do squirt.

Rat few. That true courage.

That too furry to be a rat. That dude purring.
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