Delirium #1

I dream that I am a sack of potatoes giving birth to the concept of joy.

All will love my potatojoy baby.

All will dismay as my child is torn to shreds by the vicissitudes of a cruel and capricious world- possibly my child will form some sort of chips of jubilation, or a mash of euphoria.

I don’t know.

It’s just a dream.

Don’t take everything so seriously.

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