We are sticks, we are stones, we are feathers.

Our cushion is plump and soft.

We have no journal or calendar and we believe in no particular way or sway.

We are the glow you feel when looking at a magical painting.

We are all for momentary slumber and high-flung dance.

We flex our minds and soothe hearts with the strength of gentle giants.

The long arm of the last straw and the baby bandits.

New stories with a fantasy world created within a world within a red bouncing ball.

Telltale umbrellas with a twist and twirl candy and a preferred pattern that argues for non-discipline.

The disciples of lace, the long spoon leaves no trace.

With haste, we send the package, or they send it to us.

It doesn’t matter because we know how to turn anything into something and everything into so much more.

The choices were many but unfair, but niche, but one-sided…and so on.

I was getting very skilled at dissecting the realities of this fantasyland.

Theme parks seemed like banking halls in the middle of a government department suspended on a bureaucracy’s ethos.

How distasteful, yet so easy to deal with. Dismiss, diss or destroy.

Help is on the way, for you….from you.

Look, listen, absorb and take the sword!

They said sidecar with stripes.

Looking along the rails, the roads, the skyways, I could see only cabbage and diamonds.

Chess pieces were falling like surprised rain drops.

A noise, like an angry emperor, boomed across balconies and fields.

The festival of life, love and happiness.

Happy to meet you, and so glad you guessed my name.

Can we get you a silk napkin?

Can we get you a car?

Don’t worry, everyone you meet will be a customer service tsar.

See the light, even though it’s bright, we’ll show you the way to the teaser tastes of Casablanca and the mountains of the moon.

Who. When. Where. How. Tease.