ludic

He creates these fantasies where the boundaries of real and imaginary blend into his four-walled bedroom. Child's play for a grown man, whoever said that it was wrong didn't understand carelessness, or was it carefreeness? He couldn't remember. In fact, he couldn't remember where he was--or is going. The ground was a spinning top, so he looked at the sky. Ladies dripping in white diamonds sent him alluring gestures. He wondered where his pants went as he chased after the women. Who cares, he thought, this is awesome. All he knew was he needed to scrape up more money to buy another happy pill.