I imagine that life is a road
Let me start over
I imagine that life is a swirling
cloud of moths hovering
over an (almost) brand new
Cadillac
I imagine that life
is just a series of parties
where people ingest gold
and try to one-up their
neighbors by having
a bigger swimming pool
I imagine, I'm sorry, WE imagine
that life is...
Sorry
It's hard to focus when you
make that clicking sound
with your teeth
Sorry, not your teeth
I meant to say
Your childhood
Photo by Amanda Grupp. Words by Randy Conner.
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