Joel, get off the baby sitter".... who knows what Is real and what is not. birds flying upside down with leopard spotted umbrellas falling through the sky like the rain they are supposed be protecting you from. The Lioness and the tea cup hold a conversation over a checker board, regarding the social impact of latch key kids while snacking on miniature wedding cakes shaped like mushroom clouds.
Walking down a rainy 18th century London alley.... turn the corner and i am sitting on the shitter in my childhood home, crying for help cause it hurts to poop.... my cries turn into screams, and my screams turn into a soaring Italian opera coming from the room next door which, oddly enough, i can understand... even though i don't speak Italian. Something or other about the skin which forms on pudding being used as a skin graft for victims of severe carpet burns, and how, even though the ingredients are nearly identical... banana pudding seems to work the best. on the back side, while chocolate is superior for the knees and elbows.
i am no longer sitting on the toilet but in the opera house...sitting next to Mary Todd Lincoln... this can't be good.

The beautiful fat lady singing... translates heaven into earth and back again. transendent vocal spirals send waves of Eros through my body and i begin to weep with longing for the love i once knew and scream in to a paper cup demanding justice...
to my suprise the paper cup screams back " what the fuck am i supposed to do about it? I'm only a paper cup... your fuckin arrogant little prick. get a hold of your self before i turn into your ex wife and really give you something to cry about..
Ok, ok I plead... spare me the details.
I just want a Banana split and a blow job.... is that so much to ask.
Just then the Lioness and the tea cup join the conversation.... spouting on about the benifical orginisms found in Clown feces.
Thats funny shit i thought... but what does that have to do with the fly in my soup and why is that flamingo wearing a tuxedo and does Ringo know that John is dead.
"Dead is only temporary my dear... you know that" the Lioness purred with a voice that seemed to massage my very bones
"besides" the teacup spouted " what are you so worked up about? its only a dream.