there is no beginning, because there will be no ending

kaleidoscopic thoughts collide into one another forming new more beefier ones:
I think I shan’t have a favourite, instead, I’ll just ask the muff’in man to marry me.

apparently he drilled a hole in his head
to make the hallucinogenic qualities of LSD
hit him harder,
or softer,
whatever your perspective might be.

pink ponies trot alongside plaited schoolgirls skipping along the sand,
I get out of bed, have a croissant for breakfast and then fart
so loudly I blush
as if for the first time,
but of course, not the last time.

tormented demons blow kisses to their ladies, who dazzle them behind screens.
caged parrots squawk behind gold painted bars, annoyed because they feel like a fly.

there is no ending, because there was no beginning