sedated in a serene plastic bubble floating way, way up high smell of burning stars tickling my numbing nose where the reality of my existence finally becomes clear and alas suffocated because there is no air to breathe in a plastic bubble
06/16/2003
Posted on 06/17/2003Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
I like the soothing but also humorous message of this one Ginette.
