Whenwhere

Here we are, akimbo squad in the heaving restless hills, soaring by the whale float supports and delicate lattice-work architecture so common in these air-realm floating ventures. An axis develops and is populated along parameters set by designated roaming demiurges, writers and hybrid artist ramshackle suitors, ill-fit for less manageable designs surrounding intrepid individuals set for calamity clauses in the pandemonium halls and passage flutes. Posted secrets on stamps, mailed them to post office boxes throughout the continent, sent packages to Emperor Bazooka and the Intolerable Kid, redesigned packages for Saturn designates from beyond the Whenwhere Ranch, took stock of an indulgent Multibillionaire Mammon-Squall in the works, even now. Buyer's market, flipping over the handlebars into a ditch, leaking spinal fluid from the nose, nosey neighbors help him up, but this damages him further, paralysis sets in, and this collapsing shudders in the grass, gripping quiet poems as they waft out of his form and catch lightbeams, currents of air, cascading effect like a fire rainbow like a neuron firing like a downloaded fringe necklace of scenes and moments, a breathing real-life simulacrum of croaking creaks in the halls of my father there are many doors, all marked with the same stamp.