Tiger prowled through a blue lit jungle with a crystal xylophone swinging liana backdrop; felt different, eyes open, wife imaginative and sexual,
Red and orange parrots brother and sister maybe lovers or just hanging out hung out turning their heads, not frightened by the big T below.
Snakes slivered round seamlessly and hissed onomatopoeically squaring up, looking the tiger straight in his brown eyes with a decadent nonchalance of I could bite you, devour tiger for a while.

Marimbas, a catwalk, a jungle, photographs and glamour puss; it was all pretty lateral.

Lose the remote control, shift time.

U.

It was all new new new. But old. But different, but the same.
Get the clippers out and shave your head.

Cheeky, flirty laughs, greatly encompassing a number of heads and problematically alluring situations,
Getting drunk, writing in green, St Patrick and all.
The snake slunk forward across the zones bars and bookstores, taking in a friendly culture Saturday, whereas Zone 2 had champagne, salmon and skunk and all maybe about to mingle.
Deviously enticing.
Thomas listened to new music, d*note, it was alright.

Alluring was the word, so many people said it was all so obvious but it was hard for a subdued attention seeking Tigger when the imagery warped.
Unbelievably stunning, it was the iguana now, you or me, who knows ?