Here comes the jar,
“A Killing Jar”;
an obvious display
of truth and
illusion.

Then the reddish
stripes with pretty
girls in front,
ignoring the empty
cups.

Still flipping,
but this time,
I don’t mind, nor
do I see much,
except the surface of the
world.

From grass,
to carpet,
and to
the
sea.

Next please.

S