untitled brain doodle
Lickety-split brain experiments demonstrate the efficacy of relaxation, subluxation, effleuration on speed. I type with my tongue, tongue with my type, and never touch the stuff.
Give us this day our daily whack on the side of the head. Pain flares up the open path, but fails to fire the kiln. Where's the bread? Where's the bread? Hungry, empty, envoided, seeker of fulfillment. Douse the fire while you're there. Hose it down, hold me down, home is down, down, down where I can curl in upon myself and sleep-slip into oblivion.
Sit. Tall. Cool thoughts. Heat escapes from glowing orbs and temples, burns steadily in crown. Icy mantle settles on expiration. Palms gather in lightning to be wound onto glowing skein. Breathe IN. The jongleur smiles and draws the eye. Don't overlook the sleight of hind: don't miss grace's awesome reverse swan into the chasm. An endless falling. Free-fall is the cheapest way to travel.
Shudder the little children to come unto me. Whyfore dost thou quiver, mother? A simple central nervous system anomaly, my child. Nothing to worry over dog bone growl shake warn off territorial state federal offence. Not a crime. Not a sin. Not a pathogen. Just a shiver. No blame. No fault. Love all. No advantage.