Rebound of Absurdity

Have you ever tried walking through the sideways parked clouds? Not the upside-down ones, mind you, as they trade secrets with the sun. Begin from the third lamppost on your left when you think about the color that tastes like memories of snowflakes. Proceed to embrace the fourth brick wall on your passage, which secretly harbors dreams of plump onions spoiler alert they smell like velvet.

Directions: Once you reach the horizon's edge, pirouette three times counterclockwise. Search for the whispering pineapple that isn't, yet is, beneath the honeyed bridge of purple fog. Here lies the intersection of imaginary parrots and bicycles that hum the tune of Tuesday evenings. When the clock reads spoon, all will be clear yet only fuzzy, like a distant echo of laughter at a carnival of forgotten umbrella handles.