Storystyling : sunshowered (2 / five)

Photon Roll

A feather dipped in melted butter. Soaked with glittering, melliferous slime, it glides along the smiling crust absorbing the gentleness of the lathering decoration, thereby transforming both into a glistening, hybrid lace.

-- (like phunk).

Slo-mo nanomovements of thus protected interior layers breathe the emanating vanilla warmth into the air. Melting almost, the surrounding atmosphere is being saturated with thus created conglomerate of the most pleasing of kinds.

-- (likephunk).

Thin inner layers rejoicing in the softness  of the steamy exchange. Curled into the (self)-protective formation, they chirp in the vernacular known to few, understood by the numberless many—contained by the conversant, owned by noone.

-- (likemafothephunkiephunk).

Safely lounging in the depths of the sweet-scented roll of the miniscule cinnamon empire, the filling indulges in the inviolable smudginess…muddiness. A bulk of fudginess, a lump of half-solidified mousse…like a cocoon with no clearly defined membrane—or, at least, no visible one—it shields the contents that constitute it: dotty, tar-like density…an inverted image of sparkling forestry galaxies…a composite consisting of consolidated dirt long after the remnants of the rain, dissolving dust into oblique semi-liquid, evaporates into the embrace of the surrounding warmth of the vanilla-cinnamon air.

Like heavily pixilated amalgamation completely unaware of its dottiness.

***

YES / NO.

Kessenem / Pleazy.

***

--art thou claiming that nowadays we bear witness to a culture that demonstrates certain tendencies towards thriving upon necrofilic streaks?

--it’s all dar / win / ian to me.

--art thou, therefore, suggesting that certain ideas may and may not be uttered in the form of sentences differently arranged, signifying the shit in question?

--it verily is all syntactic to me.

As if it can all be expressed within a sentence based on the subject-predicate model:

Shit shit.

As if it can all be expressed within a sentence based on the subject-predicate-object model:

Shit shit shit.

As if it can all be expressed within a sentence based on the subject-predicate-object-adjective model:

Shit shit shit shit.

Or, perhaps, the very same thing might be translatable into the following string of verbal formations:

Feces excrement poop stool.

--gedouttahere.

***

I used to think a lot about the dream of you I thought I’d once had. I used to like thinking about the trickiness of that wierd situation a lot. I liked the way it could enhance my ability to sustain the smile even when the thought of the dream seemed to be a far cry of the possibility of oneiric proliferation of emotions. I used to indulge heavily in fantacizing hard. Perhaps because I don’t know wass strong is, ha!

We used to laze along the sunshowered ink-green crust of the river. Its feathery coziness was like the whisper of comfy cushions to us. Its darkness was to us the infusion of photon streams of smeared mirrors into our oxygen-thirsty pores. Its crispy surface, the effervescence of the crystallizing membrane like the armor imbued in our core by the stately facades gleaming indefatigably over what sometimes seems like steps weary of endless walking.

I met you on a summer day. I walked with you every time distant galaxies spread the ocean of sparkles over the river. Through such thoughts, I learned to like learning. I’ve been learning the language I can understand & speak. I like the language a lot.