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We bubble out from the beginning. We should be drowning, but we breathe through tubes.  Bloody, as latex gloved hands stretch into the mass.  Blinking lights and shimmering faces sparkle all around us. Everything so bright.  A canvas draped in ivy. Enveloped by nature, we frolic about, growing like pungent daffodils.  Then text books, loose leaf, pink erasers, yellow pencils are forcibly shoved in front of our faces, and towering figures loom above, droning on and on and on. Yet still we stare, glossy eyed, out every windowpane at the landscape. Gradually wires and robots creep in through the ceiling, finally bursting through the

I feel cloudy today. Wrapped in puffy, white flavorless cotton Candy, surrounded by swallows and cranes; Surrogate acquaintances to my thoughts. Sunny smiles dab at my chest now and again, Swirled together with a massive blue friend. The sky is water today, as I dog paddle to land, Breezes whisk me away and the leaves look like hands. I feel foggy today. I'm rubbing my eyes damn it, my forehead's wrinkled! My shoulder blades jut out and bare my skeleton For handguns and needles and half-raised eyebrows. Snail-like movement plagues me; I'm waiting to be crushed. Not quite snow or rain, just slippery sidewalk slush. Drizzly in my