Circa Myca
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CIRCA MYCA
I live in a mad world.
A world where dogs eat ice cream for lunch.
Where I dance with tall, crooked lamp posts smiling at me.
Where filthy roaches fly like butterflies.
I live in a mad world.
A world where its free to fly.
Where soda is such an out of body experience.
Where I could paint my room black and violent red.
I live in a mad world.
A world where old lovers sing lullabies.
Where dying people make their last wish in candy stores.
Where clocks fly and have fun, literally.
I live in a mad world.
A world where band aids are the new post-its.
Where we can make clouds of different shapes out of massive mass smoking.
Where the vowel letters of the alphabets dont exist.
I live in a mad world.
A world where inflated egos have price tags.
Where dangling spirals made out of black strings and grey cardboard cut-outs with dark green glitters glued to them looking like an art project on silly mute chimes exist.
Where doctors use toy stethoscope for work.
I live in a mad world.
A world where household chores are non-existent.
Where anything that is stranger is better.
Where I can wear naked and call it a costume.
I live in a mad world.
A world where I can collect all inkless pens I could find and call them treasure.
Where I can drink in a cup made out of paper.
Where Algebra is all about eating and not counting.
I live in a mad world.
A world where clowns go to jail for scaring little kids.
Where bed time monsters also have beds under every childs bed.
Where maps and road signs are prohibited.
I live in a mad world.
A world where I can misspell my own name.
Where everybody who prays before going to bed gets to own a pool the next morning.
Where running is never tiring.
I live in a mad world.
A world I made all for myself.
A world I can share with bugs and sea creatures and to anybody who reads this.
A world all inside my head.