Tuesday, September 29, 2015

the stunted lard grease of oblivion

To that other place go I with the aid of more than just white noise. The universe heaves and bends with just the crack of a smile. The spaces between spaces are fluid with the Dark Matter repulsing and attracting the quarks and gluons that reside within mine body self.

The hiss static merges with the stunted lard grease of oblivion to heave creative warnings in my general direction. They fly fly towards the trench I have dug to protect the mind so very rare. Decipher it. You'll be glad you did.

No comments:

Post a Comment