Lemonade Stand Dream
Twenty three twists around this coniferous melodramago, an angel descended upon me, in the form of Alex Trabec and said, "ANSWER: Fahrvignugen!" With whirling dervish eyes, I replied, : What is...My Hohm Planet!"
All I recall, from then on, are palpating hormoans and grones eclipsed by serious pulsing, electro-buzz-wobble-weeble-bleep-zipperz. As the din of the Daily Double faded, a halleluja chorus bellowed. A plasma funnel cloud began swrling merrily 'round, wrapping me in rainbow ribbons of crystal light. I felt like a fresh shorn sapling Maypole, mummified by cherubs and puti. From my toenails to my hair follicles, dust-sparkling clouds playfully spun up and away, disintergrating my clothes in effervescent irreverence.
As my naked body lingered in the cosmology of this memory, I felt my internal organs liquify, spouting from my navel origin.
At the speed of diesel, I was slowly swizzle stick slurped, with flywheel momentum, straight on up into a Warhol pop bottle of Fizzy Lifting Drink.
Frothed, bloody tears rung my bulging eyelids; but, I felt no pain. I wasn't scared. In fact, I felt quite orgasmic, yet peaceful... promiscuous, yet flacid, snuggly stuffed inside my own private frosty mug sensation.
For years, the tears swelled, like pregnant water balloons, too heavy, sunken into the bottle neck. Big Willy's dilated pupils led away from these tracks and I followed. I watched the cherry puff drops drip, dissappearing through a nipple attached to the end of the bottle, swirling back out, the way I entered.
I silently wondered, "am I in heaven?" Wonka deftly replided, with a wink-twinkle POOff, a fortune cookie before my berry red material eyes.
Being cooped up for so long, my psychic powers that be were now honed like a fine tooth comb. With my meyendsigh, and bloody prayer sacked insided a tear, I broke open the sugarbaked mystery.
Out of the cleave unfurled the answer. Fortunately, it was in Englis and with winning lottery numbers to boot! And it read, it said, "When life deals you lemons, make lemonade."
Oh, Satori! Oh symphony of epiphanies! And, I knew I was, indeed, in heaven, once again the primal need within the seed, buried deep inseyed my womb witha view.
Twenty three twists around this coniferous melodramago, an angel descended upon me, in the form of Alex Trabec and said, "ANSWER: Fahrvignugen!" With whirling dervish eyes, I replied, : What is...My Hohm Planet!"
All I recall, from then on, are palpating hormoans and grones eclipsed by serious pulsing, electro-buzz-wobble-weeble-bleep-zipperz. As the din of the Daily Double faded, a halleluja chorus bellowed. A plasma funnel cloud began swrling merrily 'round, wrapping me in rainbow ribbons of crystal light. I felt like a fresh shorn sapling Maypole, mummified by cherubs and puti. From my toenails to my hair follicles, dust-sparkling clouds playfully spun up and away, disintergrating my clothes in effervescent irreverence.
As my naked body lingered in the cosmology of this memory, I felt my internal organs liquify, spouting from my navel origin.
At the speed of diesel, I was slowly swizzle stick slurped, with flywheel momentum, straight on up into a Warhol pop bottle of Fizzy Lifting Drink.
Frothed, bloody tears rung my bulging eyelids; but, I felt no pain. I wasn't scared. In fact, I felt quite orgasmic, yet peaceful... promiscuous, yet flacid, snuggly stuffed inside my own private frosty mug sensation.
For years, the tears swelled, like pregnant water balloons, too heavy, sunken into the bottle neck. Big Willy's dilated pupils led away from these tracks and I followed. I watched the cherry puff drops drip, dissappearing through a nipple attached to the end of the bottle, swirling back out, the way I entered.
I silently wondered, "am I in heaven?" Wonka deftly replided, with a wink-twinkle POOff, a fortune cookie before my berry red material eyes.
Being cooped up for so long, my psychic powers that be were now honed like a fine tooth comb. With my meyendsigh, and bloody prayer sacked insided a tear, I broke open the sugarbaked mystery.
Out of the cleave unfurled the answer. Fortunately, it was in Englis and with winning lottery numbers to boot! And it read, it said, "When life deals you lemons, make lemonade."
Oh, Satori! Oh symphony of epiphanies! And, I knew I was, indeed, in heaven, once again the primal need within the seed, buried deep inseyed my womb witha view.
thank you much for the fireworks. they're gorgeous!
Sophie