Kindly release me by pulling the lever at the top of my cell. As you read this can you hear that voice in your head? That’s me the beer inside speaking to you via Jessica’s feet, I mean telepathy.
Allow me to be your portal fluid to an existential, technicolour daydream that turns the stars into diamonds in your eyes as you fall upon the pillowy marshmallows inside. Lets the additions of chocolate and biscuits take the rainbow road through your mouth and guide you upon the type of journey where you just can’t quite return to Earth right now until we finish by the campfire roasting endless marshmallows into melting s’mores.