the ides of march::gardez vos secrets pour les autres
great galumphing giraffes! however did you find my clandestine galaxy of gingerbread stars?
the Milky Way is any flavour milkshake you wish (strawbee!), and the comets canter through the sky, manes braided with gold fire.
we have mid-air mad teaparties laced with giggles, &every second monday the world turns even more topsy-turvy than usual & we:
x; float down from the clouds on frilly pink parasols,
x; speak only in song-lyrics,
x; wear rainbow rubber clown noses,
x; &paste lovely things everywhere.
{for things are not always what they seem}
wander wonderfully, & with a little luck, you won't find what you're looking for.
♥
the Milky Way is any flavour milkshake you wish (strawbee!), and the comets canter through the sky, manes braided with gold fire.
we have mid-air mad teaparties laced with giggles, &every second monday the world turns even more topsy-turvy than usual & we:
x; float down from the clouds on frilly pink parasols,
x; speak only in song-lyrics,
x; wear rainbow rubber clown noses,
x; &paste lovely things everywhere.
{for things are not always what they seem}
wander wonderfully, & with a little luck, you won't find what you're looking for.
♥