Lovely, dear, lovely; I commend your flair with obscure combinations of language. Its cadence is meticulously crafted, an upbeat, almost optimistic little chant of endearing insanity. Its mood is perfectly created as a repulsively sterile delusion mixed with a potpourri of undiluted, unsupressed, sweetly empty reveries; this is a wonderful piece of work. You're only thirteen years old? I'm impressed.