Frozen Moments

Q : Wassup, ladies & gents, comrade fellow cyborgs!

A : Heya! Manners first, for phunk’s sake!

Peep here. A glimpse there. Another shy glance turning away from the world awaiting cowardly masked in a deformity aimed to ensure an untouchable rule of noise. aPEephereaglancethere.

Catatonic mimicry of the scenery. A desert ocean. Thousands of miles wide. Zillions of kilometers long. An immeasurable fraction of a nanometer to express its depth. Were it expressible.

Eons of hostility to the cloud’s puke encrusted the surface with a thick layer of a buzz of fluttering moths. apeepHEreaglancethere. Cracks in its dry crust like arid veins. Cracks like a thirsty mouth embalmed with desiccated arteries. Tiny capillaries creating a web of mold bruises. At the depth immeasured / inexpressed by nanoliters of stashed droplets.

Bruisy mold like a map of an echo of the scream of anxious particulates. apeephereAglancethere.

Q : Let’s phunkie remap it!

A : Like phunk!

Like a cloud’s puke in reverse dripping torpid liquid to wash away the blue-greenishness of the drained bloodflow of the desert ocean landscape. Like fine dew disguised in stashed, dripping liquid. A kiss of dew infects the moldy  map with  the moisture almost unnoticeable to desensitized roughness. apeephereaglAncethere.

The skin of the desert ocean flapping as the swarms of moths are further desensitizing neurons in dusty epithelium. Reluctant as they might be, the droplets of water do find the way to the delicate dweller shyly, yet unshakably, staring at the site that is turning into its own caricature with each nanoliter infusing into the pollutant breezy dew so soft that to the insensitive monstrosity it appears terrifyingly appeasing.

like the whole surrounding were an allegory of utter hostility. yeah, i know. like it wants one to believe that its mothy / dusty sk1n could endeavor the whole rhizomorphic web. to fuck with darkness. like one didn’t know amber is firmly attached to  ye bark immemorial. crappy habitat invaluable. like one didn’t know the pulse of ye roots. counterrites. like one has no clue what the crown is like. branchstylingly. like one were a stranger to frozen moments.