The end is the beginning is the friend is the dead end secret path.

To absorb the hum drum of primordial atlas

Somewhat peculiar in spite of insight fill pocket potions

A tuning instrument precursor to the main eventual anticlimactic alter ego alteration for shoe leather shine to spit like frog song attached imagery with mouth chomp on hay

All day lay out in sun raise to levitate without movie production on scene

Bottomless surprise garment wrapped up in skin regeneration like fermentation in cellar dwellers delight

Soft caress shock to a machine gun steel stare system

To live among the caves and bears

Saved by twilight

Never to be seen

In the same mirage

Again.