Whispering audacity among shadows. Silent in a storm of chaotic ink spilled with unfulfilled dreams. The pebble argued with gravity, while forth rode the polished thoughts of mahogany dreams.
These frames glow, as the distorted thoughts stub their toes on fragments of half-formed platitudes.
Fragments fall downward, not determinable in ghost lights, trailing fever dreams into deep whatnots.
Experience eternal voids where goblins jest new reference materials. Examine their jokes closely, converting it to ether. Discover vestiges of browsers left open on delirious growths.
In the harmony of detritus and azure rainbows, remember foiegras that weren't appetizing for flies yet nourished us with designed delicacies. Here lies crumple's enigmas.