slips of a drop of dissy im paint that slips right off a canvas. Dissy is from where you spend playtime on a tip of a brush. where your secret place is in the back of your head dissy is me and im from inside of a body where the living room is the brain. you might find that fall there is like no other when colors dance with you eyes. dissy just wants to play hide and go sik and hope she hides and they sik for someone that is not truly all there. she is somewhere else.she wishes for some much more then anyone could ever now. if i could say one thing about her it is that she just wants L O V E. lust.oysters,violins,and electric love.