Blip bing bang bonanzo brain rot incoming of the lil energies bubbling like a tower of soap charging them up to explode simultaneously. Flimsy famboozled flabbergasting mash of words conjured up so the spell can finally take form as the witch brooms away towards the fairy dust. Magical beings ruptured as each fire blooms. This is just the start I must be consistent with NOO constraints without a shadow of doubt that may sway. Come with ME as we tumble down this lane.

Once there resided a group of tiny frogs in a straw hut. Slowly as the beach eroded, that began to appear cracks, which make its way and steeped itself with roots grasped around trying its best to mend it. Turns out the water tides were becoming deeper which resulted in turmoil and so the frogs had to ensue a journey across during the storm and packed up on a boat made of leafs and twigs to carry themselves abroad. They were luckily able to get to the other shore as it was not too far in distance however even there it was no longer an adequate stop to escape to. Next, they jumped onto the back of the trucks but as the storm was passing powerfully, they fell off. One was lost for a while but due to the bell necklace it wore it was able to signal to the rest. It began to rain super hard and they ended up sliding down from the roads to a muddy path. It lead them to the forest that remained splayed to the underground passage nearing the motorway.

Slide the TV remote through the sheets till it fell through cracks never to be discovered again which meant silence had to peek and peel layers through and through of the slits between walls of homes all screwed. Like a neighbouring chest of drawers full of trinkets and all. I wonder what the bodies are doing while I stay up. I muddle through the must to find a way to get back what I’ve lost behind the stairs. It’s underneath all the supplies there’s piles of it. So I have to get a handy tool to wind out of there. So I pick my grabber up and fist in the hole grasp it shut with the slender fingers to put it back where it belongs. In my hands using my voice I play the songs on the tv with the remote, back to where it was.

As the young woman walked through the pavement, she couldn't help but feel torn between two different paths in life. On one hand, there was the familiar and comfortable path that she had always known, the path of tradition and conformity. On the other hand, there was the unknown and exciting path of self-discovery and individuality.

As she examined the fresh new city ever so closely, her eyes began to stir a congruity of happenings, and she became deeply immersed in the world around her. Her mind raced with different patterns of the same shapes and gestures, creating the illusion of novelty and filling the void of distance and time with her imagination with a poignant longing.

But as she continued on her path, she stumbled upon a glass castle relic surrounded by cherry blossoms, a waterfall, and hills. The beauty of the scene stirred her soul and made her heart ache with a bittersweet longing.

But even as she was carried away by the image's aesthetics and chained to its pixels, she sensed that there was a deeper significance to everything. Lost in the space of the city, the operatic space consumed her as she fell through the stage and into the center of its pornography, consumed by the stimulations of moments, happenings, and ideas. But even as she was transposed from the aesthetic of an image into the pixel part of its chain, she knew that there was a deeper meaning to it all.

As she gazed upon the castle, she saw her reflection in its glass walls, and suddenly she understood. The castle was an illusion, a mirage of the past. It was beautiful and comforting, but it was also fragile and trapped in time.

As she contemplated the absence of motion, she realized that she needed to make a difficult choice. Should she continue along the familiar path, following the same predetermined patterns and gestures that had been etched into time immemorial by the eons of time that had already passed? Or should she she take a leap of faith and venture down the path of self-discovery, establishing her own motion and forging her own destiny?

As she gazed upon the castle's reflection in its glass walls, she suddenly grasped the illusion and the mirage of the past. Though it was breathtaking and comforting, it was also delicate and fixed in time.

With the city as her guide and inspiration, the young woman made her decision. With this realization, the young woman turned away from the castle and towards the natural beauty surrounding it. She knew that this was the path she was meant to take, the path of self-discovery and individuality. And as she continued on her journey, she felt the echoes of the city's life and the beauty of the natural world guiding her towards a brighter future. To choose the path of self-discovery, embracing the cosmic dance of life and allowing her mind and soul to lead the way. She knew that it wouldn't be easy, but she was ready for the challenge. And with every step she took, she felt the city's echoes of life guiding her on her journey.

In the midst of a forest, bathed in the golden hues of autumn, lay a breathtaking sight. The trees, with leaves ablaze in hues of scarlet and crimson, stood tall and proud, as if guarding a secret. Here, the very air seemed infused with magic, and the earth beneath one's feet seemed alive with whispers of long-forgotten tales.

The forest was alive with color, the vibrant red leaves of the trees glowing against the crisp blue sky. Snow cat trees dotted the landscape, their branches hanging heavy with fluffy white snow. The air was crisp and cool, with a faint scent of pine and earth.

It was in this ethereal forest that a couple chose to spend their honeymoon, surrounded by the beauty and majesty of nature. They had come together from different worlds, two souls who had found each other in the chaos of life. But in this magical forest, they found peace and solace, their love blooming like the leaves on the trees.

They walked hand in hand through the winding trails, their laughter echoing through the canyon walls. They shared stories of their past, their hopes for the future, and their deepest fears. And in the midst of the red leaves and snow cat trees, they found a deep understanding and connection that could never be broken.

Their courtship had been brief but intense, a whirlwind of passion and desire that had left them both breathless. And as they exchanged vows amidst the red leaves of the forest, they knew that they had found something special, something that would last a lifetime.

As they settled into their cozy cabin at night, they snuggled together under a warm blanket, watching as the stars twinkled above them. They whispered sweet nothings to each other, their love growing stronger with each passing moment.

In the forest full of red leaves and snow cat trees, the couple had found their own little piece of paradise, a place where they could be together and grow old surrounded by the beauty of nature. And as they looked out into the endless expanse of the forest, they knew that their love was eternal, like the changing leaves and the snow that fell softly on the trees.

As they explored the woods together, hand in hand, they marveled at the beauty that surrounded them. The snow cat trees, with their gnarled branches and thick trunks, seemed to exude a quiet wisdom, while the babbling brooks and rustling leaves whispered secrets of their own.

But it was in the stillness of the forest, amidst the rustling leaves and the soft crunch of leaves beneath their feet, that they truly found each other. As they sat together, watching the sun dip below the horizon, they knew that they were where they belonged, surrounded by the ethereal beauty of the woods, with nothing but their love to guide them.

In that moment, they realized that their love was like the forest around them, eternal and unchanging, yet constantly evolving, like the leaves that changed colors and the trees that shed their bark. And as they held each other tight, they knew that they would never forget the magic of their honeymoon in the red-leaved forest, where they had come to be together, forever.

Abandoned station full of souvenirs, brief recalls and recollections of past memories waiting to be rediscovered. Hints left with burnt pieces of sheets with piano notations and handwritten letters. Utilities upon utilities and appliances upon appliances stacked within cornered rooms. A place full of circuits and electric machinery as well as vacuums and tubes of water. It’s a difficult scenario to place the entirety of complex situations that unraveled within this location when it was a home. The coordinates are the only clear information left, you can try to identify the emotions and events which once occurred but mostly they are now unknown pieces of the puzzles leading to a maze. Staring at the remains only leaves me wanting to convert the lot into a museum, hanging up the offerings and regarding them as what once was art.

Your crown is made of the peoples bones and hunger, overjoyed by drops of water landing on ground after years of droughts. There’s no doubt about your level of ignorance and demolition. It keeps on caving in towards the society’s imperfect assumptions on what they hold to be valuable. Their love is chewed up, used and spat out. As the world watches, they burn. As there is nothing left except the yearn, for hunger and bones shatter and split into fragments upon where they lead a stone that is carved with the names and images of the passengers gliding around this town. You took it all and gave nothing back. Instead, you tell us to smile and pay you with respect. God save the queen, yeah right. Cities.. but is that all what you have really achieved, what about the massive destruction and lives lost through years of brutal defeat. You tempered with hopes of endless generations, melded their hearts with trauma and the bitterness of tar as they call upon the names of gods not thinking clearly about the fates of our own blood and destiny. Why? How was that the case? How could it be?

There’s no place quite like home. Free refills of cereal and milk. Mama is there in the corner taking pictures of the sun and us on the field. So I grab my brothers hand, tell him “YOU’RE IT!” and begin to run as fast as possible. Running around carelessly with no destination in sight, only the present as the wind blows through the stream and the grass hovers wavering wrapped over my legs as I finish the stride and stray to walk towards the trees on the side. Ahhhh, knew it. It’s all in the rule, who ever is the first to say it usually gets their way out. Unless… there’s only two of you, luckily there’s us three, which means I get some free time to breathe and recollect my energy. Oh and here it goes, and I’m off.

Thank goodness for the fact I am pro at the game of lockpicking cars, it might be a difficult habit to knock off, but who knows how far this trick can be pulled. As the the door handles welcomes my palm upright, I pull my body into the car and lock the doors shut. There’s no one else who can get inside whilst I’m here. And drive…

Ahh! I smile as the breeze ebbs and webs through the clouds and it swoops through my hair greeting me with cool motion. I make my way through the path, slowly pacing up the speed. 45mph, time to tail the ambulance. There’s no way they’re leaving with the gold potion. The engine feels more full with Road I swerve across. This car already feels hard to let go off. Knock it off! No attachment, ever remember.

As the lines of the back of the ambulance van elongate with each stride converging but meeting at an perpendicular intersection. Just an infinitely long distance running forth, with distance prevailing over the roads. I rush by… in hopes of seizing and capturing, what’s been divided and conquered. There’s no more pieces left to break and share, only one way left, using the scraps remaining from the gathered crumbs. I look through the box inside the mouth of the car and find a key. It looks antique but who does it feed, where does it lead and what does it open?

A portal to where… hmm. Could the potion be found hidden somewhere in a box, maybe so? I grab the key and slickly glide it to my jean’s pocket.

The ambulance stops so I brake the car. Eyes as hooked as an eagle, they follow the course of the drivers as they leave and begin to make their way to the hospital. I check to see if any one else is in the van, but the inside looks empty. Perfect!

Look around. Camera check. All clear. Alright! And… lockpicking time. Act like you’re picking something off the floor. Lower yourself down and finish up. Great, slowly enter and exit. Ahh! Made my way to the back of the van and what do I see. You won’t believe it, a beautiful little treasure box. Nice! Let’s see if the key fits and ahh. The feeling you get when you accomplish an impossible feat with the most perfect tools handed to you through the rewards of completed challenges.

The purple sheen of the glittery potion shines bright with the gold flecks inside gleaming with every refracting beam of light. Swig! Swig! Two gulps, must be enough. Now let’s keep the box with the drink for later, shall we.

Sometimes I wonder how is it so that the deep underground can recede, receed till no end, no fireballs just a stone caving in curling into its self. How is so that time can shutter at high speed as the shuttles travel through and deep. In another country or city within a few minutes instead of weeks. Lower yourself down hundreds of floors descending below water. Echo’s gloating forward reflecting their reflexes, hitting walls and retuning.

Have you ever thought how leading and guiding a substance into a vessel is usually done through a funnel. And how speakers also are shaped like a funnel/a cone. Cones remind me of pine cones and how geometrically aligned they are. What if all these things just suggest that shapes are the fundamental elements that can transmute a basic form. Create formulas to make a different tone using the same thing.