And even when we disappear for nights at a time I still think HOW MANY MIRROR MIRRORS ON THIS LITTLE WALL and I still catch myself looking through the aisles of oil stains and bushy rags screaming THIS IS THE LAST TIME I’LL DRAW YOUR FOOTPRINT IN THE SAND and the sane is Absorb-All and the Absorb-All is a dark brown bloody color that makes me sick in the cold morning when my mind is warped with dreams of yarn and eggs and animals set free from the petshop across the street. You see my dreams are not dreams but walls and my walls are covered with Ikea mirrors.
