Storystyling : Unsmoked Books (1 / three)

Riding a Moonwave : Sundriven

Riding a moonwave, showered in sunsplashes. Alternating. Gliding along the time axes. 

Intersection.

Momentary dives into dark whirlpools. Awashed in the ocean of light.

Swimming like the movements were never learned. Crust melting kissed by a gentle golden layer.

Swimming through the alternating reigns of a jupiter’s oneiric aura and a moonsickle lingering low, cradled upon pillar-carriers of the atmosphere, / a glimmering thought borne out of the intersection of the time axes.

Sometimes, it seems like it drags at the speed of a saturnalian satellite, / sometimes it passes the way a lightning scrapes the night sky, only to withdraw into the quiet of constellations.

Sometimes, it seems that amidst those dripping, sleazy grains comprising a gluish flow in an hour glass, invisible crystals form the flux of a different kind. Flowing smoothly despite the seemingly prevalent, torpid movements of the sandy substance.

dragging along moonmist enveloping branches with a kiss of the milky way. / walking the bridge spanning the orangepurple trajectory.

where years create interregnum craters, fantasy reigns. / where they don’t, it reigns nevertheless.

--methinks yo so fucking full of shit(e)!

--Wow to u, number-named stories : all time style fellow cyborgs, watchya tongue foYr mafotherphunkie sake!

Verily.

floating on the winds of forest freshness, lampposts sending smiling beams oiling the wheels of the vessel sliding along the tracks made of thick stacks of leaves cushioning the pathway…feather conglomerates stashed during the alternating cycles of noise & silence…petal icicles almost weightless as they melt draining the overcast afternoon until its juices evaporate into the cloud smile-imbuing the conversation channel, soaking it in shit(e)…upholstering the universe’s nearly forgotten dream. likephunk!