Sputtering Minds or Jackson Pollock has invaded my head

Ad Nauseum goes with the territory, all bent up and exaggerated. Slow linking mumble jam. All the washing and no fun in a word, this prism slices my visionary dreams and leaves me sighing on the porch slums of my memorasium. Slap the juice pricker and flip it for a journey. And thus it falls forth into the crevices of sublimination and reality teetering like a sideways seashell not sure if it wants to flow out with the tide or fall to lie on the beach....