Storystyling : sunshowered (2 / 8)

Tonic Toxicity 

--fuck off! Fuck off! fuck off! fuck Off! fuck off! fuck off! fuck off! fuck off!

--thou hwat?!

--wow to u hoo ask questions instead of just being stunned.

--did tho once say something?

--did u?

--  / .

--  / .

***

your dreams are infected with a cobweb covering the seabed like a mirror image of the overarching branches hauntingly swinging above the surface, absorbing the effervescence of sparkling foam and stashing it to compensate for the dry season of the year bathing the pale bark with windy tears.

your dreams are clad in laceworks from the seabed – a carpet reinforced with blisters; the relief within each unit of the texture, spreading across the underwater empire, glistens with microvibrations of the liquid vitriolic in its glamorous glow, tonic in reflecting the movements of the tentacles – carriers of the blisters, source of poiseonous flux.

--ur dreams are like stars. they are everywhere.

***

Optical  fiber cable re-attached. Cords plugged in. The source re-activated. Non-touch screen monitors reinstalled. Liquid crystal display reconstituted. The current re-established. And yet, there was a vague degree of wondering whether they sufficed to reanimate the communication channel. Instead of the aura enabling the flux, a layer of bees enveloped a communicational tunnel. (…fractal imagery persists…) Milky miasma, floating across the ocean of titillating electrons, formed waves of bubbles full of buzzing bees. Hissing into the surrounding spatiality, bubbling cohorts of bouncing electrons were spilling poiseonous static onto the binary coded petals. (…it’s called the poetics of the remix…) Bustling blisters of buzzing bees  hiss static into the confluence of digitized petals. Pouring into an etherized membrane of the tunnel a glamorously glistening pale photonizing ingredient. (…gloriously subversive…) Vehemently gentle, unshakably defiant, formations of diligent miniscule rescuers persistently corroding the gelatinous coating. Crappy-crystal solvents to the halo of pollutants. (…your dreams are like stars…)

Whoever could be seated at the table amid the stately castle would wonder if the current reconfigurations comprised the reconstitution of the flux. It was utterly unclear which components were key, what initiates what, how causality was to be perceived, where to locate the nodes of the webwiered…how to *@#& (did tho once say something?  / .) figure out remapping the *@#& (  / . yo ma guy! ) flow?  (i like yo sense of constellations.)

As static was hissing, milky miasma was drying the surface of the monitors, screeching a muted glow from a desert spreading across the filigree threads luxuriously woven into the fabric of the table cloth. Soft yarns snaking around the elegant woodwork firmly anchored in the point of contact with a lusciously thick wool carpet.   / . your dreams weave constellations of an indigo empire.  / . all being pale photonized now. (…it’s called the poetics of the remix…)

Whoever insisted on finding out precisely articulated answers about the re-integration of the communication channel would realize that…fractal imagery persists…static hisses, bees halo buzzes, milky jelly sparkles tiny cohorts into the static beehive…crappy-crystal antidote generously supporting (self)dissolving of particulates…would realize that each answer generates a question, each question solidifies interconnectivity through that paradoxical, somewhat puzzling, yet certainly comforting, fluctuating, mutually inspiring relationship between a question and an answer.

***

Rain falls over the webwiered empire. Threads of the cobweb covering the seabed are thinning, decomposing into particles dissolving in the ocean of rain. Yo dreams are infected.

Rain kisses the blisters covering the carrier of the webwiered. Yo dreams are coded in the language unknown to the ocean, unknown to the cobweb. Your dreams speak.

As if the whole ocean were a bubblesque petal crowning the stem of the web carrier. As if the whole ocean were a raindroplet.

As if the ocean and the rain met halfway in the hourglass :

sunshowered / webmafotherphunkiewiered.

***

A bubble burps a foamy squirt. It disperses across the minigalaxy of the tentacle. Virtual antennae attuned to the sensory input. Send aural vibes to the connectors. Squirty burp transformed into the pale photonizing signal. Membranes of the bubbles slightly vibrate as the message wave reaches them. Seabed softly twitching with each signal. An electron sparkles. The foamy surface of the monitor in full glow. Currents of tidal messaging ornamenting the rim of the screens. Images stored in deep memory chambers intermittently appear like floating faded shadows on the surface of melting membranes. Once, there was a feast featured on those proud guardians of fractal imagery /…moldy petals evaporating the stench of ages long layers of rust brutalizing the elegance of the stem, rolled and stuffed with  worms formed from cocoons stewed in their own juices…/ A bubble burps a foamy squirt into the circuit.

Sensory mechanism of the antennae alert. Kisses the blister. It sends a glistening wave through the cord. Currents smile with each meandering whisper. Whispers coalesce in the airy kiss of the foam. Screen rejoices in the overflow of digitized streams thinning the strongholds of bubblesque conquerors. Their dissipating sleaziness echoes images stored in deep memory chambers. Fading jelly vibrating over the surface of decaying buzz aura. Once, there was an array of containers, utensils, gadgets, enabling regal grandeur of indulgence in the luxury of a meal such as the one consisting of creamy saliva coating covering mucus mousse mixed with whipped snot served with warm nectar squeezed out of pickled dust jam /…those stately guardians of fractal imagery bear witness to…/ The flow constituted by the indefatigable loyal miniature rescuers intensify re-integration of the tablecloth -- photonocean. All being pale photonized now.

As if all monitors disintegrated in the confluence of the signal. As if all images were imagery. Half-forgotten reflections of the city heavily hibernated in a snowy dream of itself. The dream covered with snow nearly oblivious of its own oneiric potentials. The snow that almost forgot how rainy constellations shimmer. Dreams of stars, dreams of empires : webwiered.