> of clowns and cobwebs

have ya ever had the feeling you're chained to the net? the worldwideweb has you firmly trapped within itz sticky-wiky-cyber-webs, and ya struggle like a frenzied lil insect; hoping to burst free but secretly still relishing the weightlessness of being suspended above gravity, in the web? that you actually choose to be that lil insect of no significant import. altho deep in your hearts of darkened-lonely-hearts, ya KNOW you're making a difference ~ in someone else's life? in your own? a perverted masquerade dance ya chose to partake in, twirling, swirling in perfect-circles on the bumpy-dancefloor that is your mind? a decaying stem of black-rose clenched between your yellowed-teeth, hair of diesel slicked back and looking oh-so-suave, a matchstick in your eyes, waiting to be struck and to light-up the dancehall and fill the skies with manical-laughter and a million tiny sparkles of exploding bits and pieces of an innocent-heart. while a casanova clown; balancing 3-bowling pins, 2 flaming-fireball-twirling-sticks and a bloody-dripping heart, attempts to balance on a giant-balloon-ball, rolling on the ground-below; filled with razor-sharp 3-edged-blades and rusty thump-tacs poke poke poke shuffle shuffle shuffle smile oops?

and as the balloon bursts and you're blown 100-feet in the air, you dance temporarily amongst the clouds, oblivious to the fact that what goes up ~ must come down ... and down down down you plunge fall plummet but you care not, becoz deep deep in the recesses of your fetid-minds, you know that there is a web waiting below, that will catch you, embrace you and protect you ... all you have to do is; close your eyes, and press "restart" ...

you sad lil lying-sod of a fcuked-up-insect you.