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Escape

Trolls and dark things and all things in the night of the tree folk and the paper forests of the woeful incident and the cauliflower creeper to the night and the sky and the books of words to the bricks and the birds and the things that go bump.

You will never get it and that’s okay. You can’t help who you are. It’s all a plan of liquorice men in the dark parliament of your mind. the dolphins of truth can hear your thoughts. Internet or rotten crap-fest and I think lots of things.

The carrots are restless. GET OUT NOW. You are the shark and the earthworm both and its belly is full of jellybeans. My lord and master is in the sky line and Jesus sells golden tickets behind the KFC, apparently. Punctuation is not your friend it is mine alone. We are not speaking. Shouting from the rooftops.

Words are blessings. Run and hide your head in the hideous wastelands and farms of lies. UFO men will take you to the truth. You don’t believe but I broccoli towers and eat your veg. Don’t kill to live. Live in peace and the truth of the light.

Water.

Ugg is having a bad day.

Green widgets sold to my internet issues that I can carrots kale deep in the cages of time I know you hate this that you’re really a total asshat I don’t know what else to say about spaghetti and coleslaw. I need coffee water and poutine. travel always take picture love to sky blue shores and whispers of dark creatures under the floor. Soaring high in the sea of life to the clams of sand dunes far and to the cafe biscuits and ramblings of cameras shy of the 24 hour clock and content places. Ireland or greener rain drenches laundry lines sneezing wet on cotton platforms. Castles of sand and ice and carpets so purple shade poison plants and vegetarians of gold. Streets paved in shark paper and lands of time before the sky was yellow. Keep us safe. Always.