The Curious Dreamlife of Marshmallow Addie - Volume 8
Marshmallow Addie's unsuspecting mortal soul happily cruised a turnpike. It couldn't afford a state of rest because pigeons took an affinity to relaxing their bowels above it. And besides, there was little it enjoyed more than criss-crossing carelessly through mangled stretches of concrete and steel. Little did it know, that soon, when Addie found a home, it would be torn away from him and change hands. Addie was about to lose his soul.
He still searched for a home, though.
He'd missed the boat again. He'd missed five boats - all would have taken him back to languid shores. Back to his disurban wastage and conversations with Victor. All for a pint of Urban or two. It was doubleproof.
It was back.
Just when he thought the goodbye was final. Wait a minute. She was back. Not it. Maybe it too.
All sense of duality leapt out of the window. And flew like a bird into a violent death. Boundaries that seperated him from the rest of the universe uselessly fell away like impotent mists over a wallflower. Emotions were boring love songs. Memories became chocolate fudge guitars.
It throbbed. It rained down from a great height. From a great height. A dull throb. A slow flickering light. An anxiety attack. An arrhythmic heart as usual. His knee convulsed and knocked over the pearl alarm clock again. Deja Vu. The small bird flickered and flew around the sun. No one flies around the sun.
Marshmallow Addie's unsuspecting mortal soul happily cruised a turnpike. It couldn't afford a state of rest because pigeons took an affinity to relaxing their bowels above it. And besides, there was little it enjoyed more than criss-crossing carelessly through mangled stretches of concrete and steel. Little did it know, that soon, when Addie found a home, it would be torn away from him and change hands. Addie was about to lose his soul.
He still searched for a home, though.
He'd missed the boat again. He'd missed five boats - all would have taken him back to languid shores. Back to his disurban wastage and conversations with Victor. All for a pint of Urban or two. It was doubleproof.
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It shivered and reared its ugly head again.It was back.
Just when he thought the goodbye was final. Wait a minute. She was back. Not it. Maybe it too.
All sense of duality leapt out of the window. And flew like a bird into a violent death. Boundaries that seperated him from the rest of the universe uselessly fell away like impotent mists over a wallflower. Emotions were boring love songs. Memories became chocolate fudge guitars.
It throbbed. It rained down from a great height. From a great height. A dull throb. A slow flickering light. An anxiety attack. An arrhythmic heart as usual. His knee convulsed and knocked over the pearl alarm clock again. Deja Vu. The small bird flickered and flew around the sun. No one flies around the sun.
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An annoyed smoke ring, not yet blown, wiped off an annoying bead of perspiation. It was humid or land. Cohiba the Robust was lonely. Her time would come, though. She just had to wait for the sun to shine on Addie again. Shine on his summer moon.
An annoyed smoke ring, not yet blown, wiped off an annoying bead of perspiation. It was humid or land. Cohiba the Robust was lonely. Her time would come, though. She just had to wait for the sun to shine on Addie again. Shine on his summer moon.
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