stream of consciousness attempt

I.
Instrumental moment of nothing keeps opening in a dry heap of empty space that fulfills itself with a constant motion that feels nothing as it passes over byes.

II.
Green stationary tangle rambles with moist mouth and thick hairs cut down to a short field of spiky fur that yields to slowly moving hands extended outwards before dissolving into the veins of the sky.

III.
The condensation left from conversations with people I’ve never properly met before. This is a forum where we all stand naked in our transparent dress. No expression to follow and no situation to hold onto we are baring it out while living our lives in obsolete materiality now, we can see who you are plenty fine and that’s why we keep talking.

IV.
Straight thought configuration kept remaking the mask in for the chamber of deep elbow music churning in its underpants there is the bed that sits a witnesses as the moments flake straight off our bodies and reminisce with the day that would keep repeating as long as we would let it is going too.

V.Downgrade allstars reach for automotive automatism said bunny down the hole while pulling out the girl on hear beat outside in instinctive powers of occidental people on the west coast are coasting while we in the west is a time where the dust folds under and sacrifices the clay of alimony in the fat pin-stripped barks of the past signaling to the ocean for an age where any action is appropriate there were memories but they forget themselves and stayed in the hours.