Rambling

the caustic wasps in their ignoble quest for intangible and immaterial whisperings. the unruly fury of a searcher with nothing to look for. simbelmyne and creatine and the smell of a rotten apple. led zeppelins raining down onto a raptured accomplice in the cosmic meandering. my spoon is too big. please forgive me i’m oh so very repentant. and i nailed him to the cross for i was too weak to be humble. a chipmunk squeaks and the film ends with a white screen.

what nothings do you speak?