Is there a reason for being toothless and crazy?
Could it be that holy wars resemble my impure thoughts?
Are my eyelids too tight?
Did I just witness my tongue recite the first few lines of Hamlet or Salem's Lot?
How was your hellish cat inside that sofa?
Was there some melted candy I should've shoplifted?
I thought you couldn't hear the tree whisper to the leaves?
So you're asking about a bottle of gin where the ocean transforms it a sky blue and the mountains form landslides and have scoliosis?
-Takes pill from white paper cup and swallows it whole-
Where am I?