MUFFIN LAND
by Muffin-M'randa Jones

To get to Muffin Land, you have to know how to get there.

Come inside my mind. Or crawl down a sewer grate or air conditioner vent.

Muffin Land has trees with flowers and strawberries and old run-down factories and lots of flowers and no monsters.

And you never have to wait for the phone to ring, it just rings when ever you want.

And cats, lots and lots of cats. Me and the cats, we rule Muffin Land.

And I am queen, queen muffinsuperstar, with curly blue hair.

And get rid of the color brown... Wait, no, trees and eyes and skin can be brown, but nothing else.

And as far as things I don't like, cause if life is too perfect your not really living, well there would still be the lady in the pink raincoat and the boy with the too big socks and the clear purple egg plant man. They would all be there to follow me around and make me parannoying.

And that weird guy in the fancy car who always hits on me and tells me that I look like his sexy dead grandma.

I hate chemistry, no chemistry.

And lawnmowers will have power of authority over cars.

Yep that's Muffin Land.

Everyone can visit, but few can stay.