Nice to meet you, I’m Delusional. But you can call me Del. I’ve been looking for a wormhole I can squeeze through, or maybe something with a little more crawl space. Now’s not really the time to get my life together, so I think I’ll listen to oldschool Cage instead and see what portals I can open in my mind.
WORM KING HERE TO TEACH YOU STRANGE THINGS
THEY SLAMMED ME ON MY CHEST TO EARTH WITH CLIPPED OFF WINGS
I can’t focus on writing. Whoa, wait a minute. How did I end up on Sesame Street? Smoking blunts with Walt Disney. I remote view with my tentacles, so I don’t need hands. This is the style that I’m bringing. I’m under the table grasping at my legs. Feet on the ground. Just give me a simple task to make a living. I don’t really want to pursue this. I’m alive dimensionally, but stuck in this. I shouldn’t have to explain my position. I am what I am, as my third eye pops out I nip/tuck the doubt.