amadeo

O you tragic rabbit!        with your whimsical melancholy and        brain-coloured skies,                  your uppity demeanor                        and sunny disposition                        overcast by clockwork clouds                        that rotate to the humdrum                                wrrrrrrr buzz pop! Blip bop                                beep bop bebop hum                                        music                                        boxes.    you                  with your endless rolling fields of grassy                                         nothingness. the atmosphere glazed in ye

The clouds now  are surreal    like paintings      like IMAX screens that stretch        forever and above and around      3-dimensional atmospheres     translated to eyes 2-D    translated to 3-D by this  magnificent and glorious Brain. These clouds  form shapes like a yellowed poster    of art nouveau ladies     whose hair billows out into       one hundred      beauteous tendrils    like smoke from tired lips  on a windless day.