Hidden amongst the tornado of my life, you search the objects floating here and there.
Silk laden bed sheets . . .
Virus laden computers . . .
Children's nursery rhymes . . .
Ghost stories . . .
Empty condoms . . .
Queens of the Stone Age -- "You Think I Ain't Worth a Dollar, But I Feel Like a Millionaire"
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