pop

no bubble wrap. i'm popping with such sensational ideas. come with me through wonderful sunbeams and let me utter such sweet words to you, as if symphonies could slow the music, it would be the down beat to our scene. blowing bubbles like thinking thoughts they are beautifully formed let's follow them throughout the trees and see what we can make out of them, you and me. and when they do begin to pop and burst away with such force we will still be standing in our place and as if looking into this wonderful glass we will touch with such efforts just how much we made them last. it's all happening such sweet delicious bubbles popping out the sides of my mouth. a creative dome is taking it's place - streaming through the air what a monstrous capacity of wonderful little creations. it's all happening ; and we'd go out in a haze of wonderful rainbow tinted bubbles.