The flutter of pigeon flying off his windowsill gave him the sensation of flight. Again the forgot thoughts that where supposed to give sense to his life where the tension of past tenses were no longer matter. The shrinking light.
Morning people are so much different than night people. I think I should like to be a morning person.
An ending I do not know. Probably did not write. Returning back in your thirty-sixth year. Most likely. But I remember.
At night they would stretch fabric above us and sometimes the fabric would make pop corn which would cull the light from our eyes with six or eight pieces of string depending upon the percentages of moth dust in the air. Other times the fabric would whistle or flap. It would make us keep safe and when the fabric fell asleep The Hanson would arrive and stuff our ears with cotton. Pour dry air into our mouths. When fabric wasnt enough (provisional repetitive movement) made of sadness or joy and usually lasting till the end, (that is when the blood started to flow backwards) would use a thickening of root extract derived from acorn dreams to solidify movement inside and out. A process called felling. This would anger the Bird who would open its belly and blast light through the portals. The air would then separate causing mild suffixation of the first words. Children would crawl beneath beds. The wrinkled would apply repellent while drinking delusives. The others would just leave and look for artificial light.
Lily was impervious to the adverse effects of Felling which included, eating, profusions of frusc do to air separation, tremmers, loss of the first voice, sleeping, waking, and sleep-waking. (among others. One of which was forever sleep caused by intentional backward flow of blood or eye stitching which would disperse all cranial dreams still in the puff state; also called Inter fog.)
Morning people are so much different than night people. I think I should like to be a morning person.
An ending I do not know. Probably did not write. Returning back in your thirty-sixth year. Most likely. But I remember.
At night they would stretch fabric above us and sometimes the fabric would make pop corn which would cull the light from our eyes with six or eight pieces of string depending upon the percentages of moth dust in the air. Other times the fabric would whistle or flap. It would make us keep safe and when the fabric fell asleep The Hanson would arrive and stuff our ears with cotton. Pour dry air into our mouths. When fabric wasnt enough (provisional repetitive movement) made of sadness or joy and usually lasting till the end, (that is when the blood started to flow backwards) would use a thickening of root extract derived from acorn dreams to solidify movement inside and out. A process called felling. This would anger the Bird who would open its belly and blast light through the portals. The air would then separate causing mild suffixation of the first words. Children would crawl beneath beds. The wrinkled would apply repellent while drinking delusives. The others would just leave and look for artificial light.
Lily was impervious to the adverse effects of Felling which included, eating, profusions of frusc do to air separation, tremmers, loss of the first voice, sleeping, waking, and sleep-waking. (among others. One of which was forever sleep caused by intentional backward flow of blood or eye stitching which would disperse all cranial dreams still in the puff state; also called Inter fog.)