Monday

who has free air?


if only we could show all our faces at once.
falling back in slow motion
all i feel is a gentle breeze and all i can see are cotton ball clouds.
slow motion falling down backwards.
my mind proceeds to implode, explode.
my brain isn't there anymore.
you cut a hole in my ear, out will come confetti and dead flowers.
don't worry about that I have another balloon head in the car.
do you have air?

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