would an eyeball fall butter-side down? or will the carousel keep spinning? me, i’m liking the brass rings that you have to toss in the clown mouth, even though the short ones can’t reach.
well, i was short once.
who was short ever? sad no-brass-rings.
punctured then like a well-traveled balloon this hyper-fragmented dashio is, or, who. what, why.
yellow’s what i’m thinking of. right. now. or maybe food, but only in the most generalized sense.
which eyeball do you prefer?