The Tin Whistle Menagerie

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Just know…that there is some place
in our collective sub-conscious
where we are together.

When you laugh, I am in the dreamspace laughing.
When I cry, you are in the dreamspace crying.
When you yell ‘FUCK,’ WE are in the dreamspace.
yelling fuck, crying, and laughing. All at once. And it is bliss.

My friends and I,

We took a trip

to a far off land to find a man.

The man we were looking for was involved with replacing hotel floors with cotton candy.

This may come in handy one day when he knows what we’re looking for.

For now we need to keep our heads and discover the path that will lead out of this unworldly place we call earth.

Upon exiting a faulty facade we found we were face to face with a firing squad.

However we were able to avoid all projectiles coming our way by lightly plucking them from the air and tossing them right back from where they came.

Unfortunately our path brought us to an old rope bridge. This bridge wasn’t held up by ropes though, no. This rope bridge was supported entirely by toothpaste, bubble gum.

This is when we realized that the cotton candy man knew what he needed to know to know what we knew.

We didn’t actually need to cross the toothpaste, instead we needed to jump.

Lucky for us the floor at the bottom of the canyon had been replaced entirely by cotton candy, which was eaten in less then ten minutes.

And this is the story of how we lost the words to tell where we went.