The world looks so different from up here...

I woke from my snooze and looked around to realize that it was no K hole I was in. T'was the mouse hole in the corner of my room. SHIT!! The momentarily thought of how I ever fit into this tiny space was soon replaced by the more important question... how in tarnation do I get myself out? I've got swiss cheese wedged up my butt and there are some sinister looking mice giving me the evil eye. Please don't hurt me, I didn't mean to kill your brother. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, or more accurately, under my foot as I slammed it down on his tiny little head. Oh dear me, I do believe I've gotten myself into a dilly of a pickle. And the worst part..... my K vile is empty!!!

Kiss the moon and hug the stars, but when you dance on the moon be careful not to get cream cheese in your crack.

One fine day I came to realize..

Damn! What was it I realized again? Shit, substance wipes out brain cell. Brain cells do not reproduce. Yeah, somebody implanted that in my brain once. "sniffing glue is no good for you" he said. Shit, gotta give him credit for being right on that one.

...So what does it all come down to? Too many drugs!