Connected wireless to my racecar toy, my mind is magnetic to
the electronics, the website i bought it from is of many colours to my cartoon
series also and the far-off forest captured from the television is a frame to
the website too to keep the nostalgia from the future to rotate dreams with the
attachment too.
The scream of the boy in the episode i just watched before
playing with the toy took me to madness of creativity, in excitement to watch
the scratches on the floor after using it beyond the race track. In my absent
mind, the channels in the television has changed to make me picklish and
ticklish to make stories and social networks to enjoy my childhood in my
maturity.
The calculations are more beyond the capacity of the
freeways or city-streets and the pendulum is my mind. Ha ha…
Scary stories to tell in the dark has started to make me
think of the bittergourd pickle and a dark cola and the walking toys are being
mowed down to sit on the stuffed animals. The clouds are the cotton for my
winter ears and the carpets have been introduced to the cats.
The camera has flipped out of the roll and the search on the
search engine is out of words for stories in my bucket for the morning tea
watching Japanese toys and video in the internet. Phone calls are missed and
messages are ignored.
www.tickingthinkingintime.blogspot.com, an interesting blog to read,
