An early july storm suddenly appears out of nowhere, knocking out my home's electricity and providing a pleasantly violent soundtrack to my current disposition.
after some minutes, i send out an offering of a fleeting sensation:
clouds suddenly crack, spilling ferociously over bewildered soil as thunder roars sporadically, unprovoked. beautiful gift indeed, the summer storm.
these beautiful individuals reciprocate, wrapping up unique consciousness in brief arrangements of words.
r.- the hails falls with thuds
Thunder breaks the quiet night
A sweet summer song
f.- a gift indeed. embrace the showers as nurturers of our floral counterparts not as dampers on our worldly recreations. breathe. wonder. continue.
b.- that was beautiful my dear. Storm hasn't reached me yet but i do love them. This afternoon there was a sunshower it was glorifying
t.- Cracked clouds, suddenly ferocious, bewilder the soil as thunder roars over the beautiful - unprovoked. The summer storms sporadic.
be.- You have sticky eyes
j.-A blue haze in the purple mist. Do my eyes gaze upon another ship? Trees crack shivering timbers. Has it passed until morn? Or is this the eye of the storm?
r.- another weezer song?
m.- Indeed the sky alights with mystical blue flame. Spurnned by the heat and humidity of only a summers day, the wind and rain wipe the sweat from mothers brow
p.- Yes.
d.-Mittenchops hair and thunderbang tattooed on mom's arms.
c.p-Massive orgasm in the sky now we breathe semen
minds shine through,
the night is young yet.
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