he's internationally unknown, but his heart throbs like the gravity between satellite & planet, so bend an ear to his hiccup of loving cup. the most leisure of days is upon him as seconds thread the needle of minutes & sew hours into a quilt of a day, a lilt of a day, a silk day. coffee & milk were had in the early hours. a new way of peeling a banana came to be known to his bird brain. a 26 minute song in finale forms, where the diminishing drone disappears behind the morning. pan flutes partake in the medley of morning, then he looked down to notice the numbers were both concrete & intangible. what may the beckoning afternoon bring him, the indifferent afternoon sing to him a warm & soft tune to endure the pure penumbra of the peek-a-booing sun from the backyard & the inherent shadow at play. proceed, you little seed of excitement. grow like Jack & the Beanstalk, & when you look back, regret will be an incomprehensible notion. wink wink. sink into the oscillating seconds of light photons & their gentle impressions on your observing orbs arranged atop your olfactory bulb.
he's internationally unknown, but his heart throbs like the gravity between satellite & planet, so bend an ear to his hiccup of loving cup. the most leisure of days is upon him as seconds thread the needle of minutes & sew hours into a quilt of a day, a lilt of a day, a silk day. coffee & milk were had in the early hours. a new way of peeling a banana came to be known to his bird brain. a 26 minute song in finale forms, where the diminishing drone disappears behind the morning. pan flutes partake in the medley of morning, then he looked down to notice the numbers were both concrete & intangible. what may the beckoning afternoon bring him, the indifferent afternoon sing to him a warm & soft tune to endure the pure penumbra of the peek-a-booing sun from the backyard & the inherent shadow at play. proceed, you little seed of excitement. grow like Jack & the Beanstalk, & when you look back, regret will be an incomprehensible notion. wink wink. sink into the oscillating seconds of light photons & their gentle impressions on your observing orbs arranged atop your olfactory bulb. he's internationally unknown, but his heart throbs like the gravity between satellite & planet, so bend an ear to his hiccup of loving cup. the most leisure days is upon him as seconds thread the needle of minutes & sew hours into a quilt of a day, a lilt of a day, a silk day. coffee & milk were had in the early hours. a new way of peeling a banana came to be known to his bird brain. a 26 minute song in finale forms, where the diminishing drone disappears behind the morning. pan flutes partake in the medley of morning, then he looked down to notice the numbers were both concrete & intangible. what may the beckoning afternoon bring him, the indifferent afternoon sing to him a warm & soft tune to endure the pure penumbra of the peek-a-booing sun from the backyard & the inherent shadow at play. proceed, you little seed of excitement. grow like Jack & the Beanstalk, & when you look back, regret will be an incomprehensible notion. wink wink. sink into the oscillating seconds of light photons & their gentle impressions on your observing orbs arranged atop your olfactory bulb.