In a pair of army printed male-cut bermudas, and a Donald Duck tshirt, I strut down the streets. Armed with loads of chocolates, music and cigarettes, in search of La La Land. Fluffy clouds and innocent trees line my pathway, with no apparent danger. Then suddenly, sparkles start to form in one small area above my head, and before I realised, my butt starting floating upwards, bringing the rest of my body along. The force increased and I was sucked into the air, higher and higher, butt first, right into the centre of the sky. Wind zoomed passed me, birds stopped by to say hi, but I couldnt return the greeting because I was gone with the wind in a split second. It was almost as if a pair of tongs picked up a dirty tissue - me. I reached the peak. The ceiling of the sky. The pair of tongs unclenched me. And i started drifting. Drifting downwards.

This time the journey was more relaxed. I took various positions; lying on my back with my feets crossed, resting on my tummy with my head in my palms, sitting on my butt, hanging on my arms. There were different species of creatures up there - clouds and birds. There were dragon clouds, shark clouds, beauty queen clouds. Lesbian birds, pink birds, and human-like birds. I said hi as I passed them by. Then the scenery started changing. Fluffy stuff disappeared. Big words that read "Economics", "Statistics" and "Mathematics" appeared. They were charging my way! I flapped my arms and peddled using my feet to get away - harder! Harder! They were RIGHT behind me!! During my escape, another huge word swished passed me - "Theatre". Then another! "Literature", "Cultural Policy", "Art History". Zoom zoom zoom. I was so tired, but it was too cold for me to sweat. So I went, zoom, zoom, Zoom.


Love,
Dirty Tissue.

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