Welcome
One night, I'm with Rimbaud, plucking my shoelaces beside a starlit road. Today, I'm on facebook. It's as if somebody pinched a dark corner of the sky, pulled the whole world down like a gigantic illusion constructed of nothing more than cheap wallpaper and weak glue. They've crumpled it up into an ugly, wrinkled ball in their hands and blown out a cartoon world to take the place of the real world. It expands from their ugly hands like all existence during the big bang, the big expansion where if unfolding events (literally) would have left well-enough alone, none of us would have had to witness any of this -- have had to exist at all.
dunce upon a rhyme, there was a fwish....
(welcome to my waterium, thought the strawnose to the innocent, flimsyfinlimbed, dumb-eyed goldimeal -- welcome, indeed)