"Crazy? Maybe I am" said the tortois to the frog. My mind is spiraling with curiosity and confusion of what to write. Silly babbling bumbling emo kids wishing they were some kind of bug, maybe then they wouldn't cry so much. For you see the tortoise wishes he could have a striped shell and the frog wishes he would quit his bitching and go on with his life, besides, polkadots are the new stripes and those will be out again in another week or two.
A silly strange sizzling snake slithers by on his extacy binge to break from reality. All he really wants is a true friend rather then those pills he depends on for happiness.
"Black dragons? I'll take seven" he slyley replied to his yellow ducky dealer.
"You sure you don't want the OPIum?" he questioned.
"Yes of course a trip on the H train is all I need" and he slides away see,ingly unharmed by the mellow drug.
Spiraling downward oh my pretty hate machine, crunch, crunch, crunch.
Too
      ex                       possibly?
          x                sane?
            x           in
              plicit?
The drugs I mean, as he questions his confused mind and lays down to the peace of sleep until the venom kicks in.