White Folds on your Stomach

This is a combination of separate pieces.

"As it is, wish for an inaccessible hope, a simple core of fanatical twiddling. Streaking the stilts of tangerine currents. A quick 'look-and-see' to engage melodic, harmonious and wandering, hammering strings. Girls with hair bigger than there own head, a willow of wrenching writers all tied with string collecting faintly patterned newsprint."

"I Miss the moon when I hyperventilate and grasp for reflecting Shards. Sometimes I simply accept dreamy wash away blimp stickers. There are over four thousand belief systems in which only I can co-exist with. Back to a pull pork pantry of peddling cyclist and fork stick candle wicks." 

"Now tell me this; tell me the moon is swollen with lemon tendons, Clear frog shaped ash sliced finely and evenly against it's iron sequences. Falsetto too. I'm emerging with excellent precision."

"An age old conviction that is like chipping residue, people choose your name despite the reality  of placement."

Author's Note

Stop looking at him, he's reasonable.