Let's dance in the honeydew rain amongst the purple
mist, where I can ballet with your watercolour ghost and fly with the
strawberry champagne fireflies. We'll go to the place where peachpuff
kitty sits in the gold-dusk stormdrain singing her sweltering
cotten-candy siren song. We can lie in the drowsy cherry pools of
cornflowerblue confetti and drink cheap wine and float away when we are
too drunk to drive.