o ye of little faith
what do i say to you? how do i possibly ingrain the idea? candid reverie. silly laughter rent the spectrum. a specter in itself. the. the. the. the fracas preceding, the niceties succeeding. an air of cordiality – misdemeanour. wrinkled pea, round pea; round pea, round pea; round pea, wrinkled pea; wrinkled pea, wrinkled pea. binary truth tables. at play.
meager distractions, measly stratum. a lazy soothsayer. as fingers glide and slip, time does too like how pedals in movies would. what sort of man goes by? ample time by now and the floor tom’s struck lazily. squatting flies over the carcass preventing decay, then hacking it unto unrecognised bits. a pair alone could forgive such by the other on each. the quintessential recluse haggard into submission by a worthy nemesis. only that final walk of dreams would remain and you are left hoping for afterlife and beyond. prepositional-bravado and metaphorical-beauty. poetic end-of.
a change of tint is a pre requisite. green perhaps. standing mesmerised, watching the transverse phase differences in waves, even as revolving whites interjected the shades of violet horizon, the bile-ish journey backwards was only one part of the trip. extreme longing.
forcefeed. there is a church opposite to the other side. it plays a familiar gong stimulating an impulsive reflex. the bleeding spine. bonus points for getting that one. requires real science. are you smarter than an 8th grader? pink spotty tongues wag and taunt. returning to – though; perceptive manipulation in play since that guttenberg age. an evolutionary explosion. like how these 5 frames are jocularly quoted now. monkey to man. learn to beware. same to same as dealing in futures. fucking barter-the-beauty.
in convoluted complexities i return. travelling far and wide with experiences abound. of what consequence is inconsequence? i am left to my own idle workshop until the last moment.
