My red tongue was caught by the Chi inside the mousetrap, like a dog in a cage ready to be set free rage built up inside of the sail as the sea set shine upon thy, a wide awake and rested as the lungs fill with the breath, the breath that fills us all, plants to animals, bacteria to the cosmos, the deep breath, the deep sigh, the rested tongue, the two ears, two eyes and only one mouth, red tongue like the red heron, harmonises disbelief of the uncharted while the polar shift, the morals get removed, and evolution evolves and rewinds like a dusted-off VHS tape, I can taste the day with this here red tongue, sprinkles and dust, candy and diabetes, tropical splendour of the fruity female, evoked and awoke in this great world of mystery.
Love the nostalgia of the video tape.
Houseplant Sativa book made me think of it.
I love how this flows!!!
great job!
Like a river