Indigo Carpet

At night, an indigo empire instills in the landscape a touch of sweetness to be found only in an overwhelmingly saturated flavor of the delicacy of classic ottomanite pastry. It is heavy, it owes its abundance of taste to the ingredients. Each grain of crushed walnuts demands acknowledging the potency of its micropower. Each mollicule of sucrose  lends its seductive charm to the welcoming scenery beneath. Each oily droplet of the syrupy juices quenches the thirst of the gently lulled imagery with a touch of a keen eye, as it is being slowly drawn into the gradual, hardly noticeable thinning of the consistency of a night ruler.

A nanometer at a time, a nanoquantity of dawn’s colors pokes the muteness of ye dark lands with subtly piercing whiteness. Thinning of the captivity by an imperial ink. Each second brings a lighter shade of the slumberous sliminess, more of the solvent of the sedentary haze. More of the adhesive of the resistance to obfuscating thickness.

Q : We are not robozombies!

A : We are not robozombies!

Like phunkofdamafotherphunkiephunk!

Chirp here, chirp there. A slow conquest of milky blossoming opens the hawksy eye of the guardian cypresses to the vastness hidden securely under the veil of the nighty might. With an intensity of the thunder tearing the sky, the soft lighting sends to the oneiric passage a kiss of dew, delivered from other shores, carried on the arms of four winds. The softness of the formidable infectant nurses the landscape into the dreamy awakeness.

Q : NO to somnambulist buzz!

A : YES to the fellowship of comrade cyborgs!

Like phunkofdamafotherphunkiephunk : YES / NO.

As a milky magnitude is dissolving, the smile--firmly interlaced with the leaves--is spreading :

Q : Branchstylingly.

A : Counterrites.

As the contagiously invading brightness infuses into the face of the surrounding a mellow aura, the driveway meekly invites each microshift in the scenery to establish its presence with the decisiveness given to one via the heritage of the laceworks mafotherphunkie unshakable.

Q : Yo!

A : Yo!

A huge grass carpet breathes steadily as sunshine spills its mild outpour over the fluffy surface. Tiny stems wave. Filigrane tentacles dance. Bathe in the golden overflow. They smile, too.

As the scene is dominated by the protective presence of the mansion in the background. Standing as if it were fulfilling its duty : to keep each constituent on the premises freely immutable. While it is dignified in the monumentality of the task, the only indulgence it allows to itself is to welcome more of the brightening warmth.

As the peep--as fierce as mafothephunkiephunk--is immersing oneself in the laziness the collapse of colors into the freshness of the new, yet strangely familiar, smile grants one with.