Film our sorrows with the scrutiny of fisheye lenses. Our warped realities, honey, don't you believe there won't be a sequel to this. We're counting up the days until equilibrium like an hourglass on its side or in zero gravity, the granules evading contact with one another with a reverse magnetism.
Let the allergies take over and the horrible sleep fall over the body like a wash cloth and a dream of dreaming. Could not imagine washing up on that shore of regret. Must have the full wild life experience now and right now and immediately.
