Storystyling : sunshowered (2 / foYr)

Harken Here, Ha!

Each droplet a fragment of the memory of the dream one thought one had. Each particle of the oneiric depository a piece of a puzzle. Oneiric depository like a fractal imagery generator. Fractal imagery machine like a fertilizer of dreamlands. Both fed by and thriving on the overarching body of clouds—now darkly frowning, now rejoicing in a glistening smile.

Sometimes, deeply withdrawn into labyrinthine caves, reclining in the quiet heaviness of their moisturizing load, they are sagging into the softness of the inner drizzling whisper soon to meekly share it with the endless protective airy membrane and lather tiny green surfaces-- barbwire-stylingly safeguarding stately flora.

A touch of feathery / watery formations upon leaflike structures sparks an eye of the rhizomorphic glow. The sunshowered crust of the river slowly lifting its lazy, wavy eyelid towards the source of the drizzling overseer. Like static saturating the communication channel and its apex as an outpour of milky fractals swarming the tunnels. Like the signal withdrawing in front of the bewildering communication content.

Each movement away from the noisy distortion like a faction of a pixilated memory of the optical fiber cable disconnectedly connecting the plates on the dining table. Each nanoeffort enhancing the distance from communicational knots like digitized fractal of a liquid crystal screen etherized into a memory of the arsenal of utensils, goblets, cutlery, bowls…u name it!

Hourglass, yo-mafotherphunkie-cymbalness.

Sparkles of the forestry of eyes like boils in a retort whose inner walls are splendidly  embalmed with a hearty  mucous layer. Slimy jelly blob shivering, as boils bubble. Each shiver a raindrop absorbed into miniscule, whitish pores mapping greeny surfaces. Each shiver a raindrop absorbed into the fragments of the memory of mafotherphunkie castle. Abundantly showered by the flow from the idle, humidity-charge carrier.

Persevering amidst the outpour, strangely, it finds itself protected by the very shower.

orangepurple trajectory. like phunk.

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I want to / (@#$%я飀…....@#$%я飀) / drain / (@#$%я飀…...@#$%я飀) / rainy / (@#$%я飀……@#$%я飀).

I met you / (@#$%я飀......@#$%я飀) / summer day / (@#$%я飀......@#$%я飀) / then I thought / (@#$%я飀…...@#$%я飀).

A / (@#$%я飀……@#$%я飀) / thought / (@#$%я飀……@#$%я飀) / of / (@#$%я飀……@#$%я飀) / you.

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--thou art verily mafotherphunkie crappy / crystallizing a lot.

--kessenem / pleazy.

YES / NO.

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Autumn caught us unawares. Switching from temporary spells of echoes of early summer mornings to darkly frowns of overcast late fall, dimlit dusky licks. Oscillating within long stretches of an interregnum between seasons. Unshakably so.

Puddles on irresponsive pavements, puddles titillating with faint silvery lace caking the clouds. 

Clouds as a reminder, as a semblance. Clouds as reminiscences.

Of what?

--Did thou or did u not once say something?

--I used to immerse myself in an ocean of boredom.

--Scientific discourse, objective knowledge, and adjacent narratives have proved that the right to the totality of emotions is what constitutes human nature.

--I found incomparable amusement in the smile on the façades of architectonic colossuses faced with a—reflection.

--Literary theory allows the use of personification only in cases that irrevocably demonstrate a solid basis for the similarity ensuring the figure of speech in question.

-- (miniscule rescuers in disguise).

--Cultural theory teaches the art of living together.

--Kingdom for the name of the curator.

--It claims that the object of its study is nearly innate to the way it investigates it, so the two realms coexist within the tension along their blurry boundaries.

--I realized that time warps separating increments of the gradual re-constitution of the mirror image were deceitful flashes of noisy (un)thinking.

--Philosophy asserts its sovereignty in the statement that you are how/what you know or that it’s about changing the subject.

--Manners first for fuck sake!

--Critical theory justifies the creed of leftist thought as long as it enables a vibrant resurrection of low culture from on high.

--I discovered a vibe resonating with suspicious reading along the trajectory connecting each failure of the attempts to re-integrate a shitty doctrine.

--Media studies contends that you are how soft your hard drive is.

--Rainy days are but an inverted image of an inexplicable combination of intensity and gentleness of huskydusky dawns.

--Unholy reconfiguration of ivory/babylonian tower a.k.a. / de / mix can only be sustained inasmuch as it thrives on its complacency with a culture of late capitalism.

--I learned to speak by excelling in managing alphabet of resistance.

--Read-write : language, not mafothephunkie letters.

--It’s all a metaphor to me.

--Degrees matter.

--Wow to you, quantity-minded thinkers.

--gedafuckouttahere.

likemafotherphunkiephunk.