13 October 2012
Where jam tastes of salt,
Where everything has to be nailed down,
When you've lost something it's luring at you from the ceiling,
And things are spelt different,
Where lemonade comes our of the water sources,
And the grass is pink,
And you can't walk on it as is sticks like bubble gum.
Oh for the craving of an alternative world, what is normal??!?
The Other World • Opuss № I