ahem...

I realise I sometimes get carried away.
It's fun. I like not being able to feel the ground. And I get to move around without any great movement on my part.

But seriously, sometimes my train of thought goes a bit off the rails, and crashes and gets a all messy and there are loads of innocent passengers... oh shit, how far can I push this metaphor do you thank?

Sarah: le bol!
Ça: ras le bol!
Ça rase le bord,
Le ras du bol.
Ce rat: si beau.
Ce vin nouveau.
Ce chat, ce veau.
Je me bats, tu me vaux.
Jeune et plat, tu m'avoues.
(Sarajevo)
Mes aveux, pas du sot.
Ras du seau, pas de sceau.
Rats du sol, pas de l'eau.
Passe de l'eau, vu de l'aube.