posted on Jun, 2 2022 @ 08:36 PM
My biscuits dipped into coffee inspired bread rolls to hyperactivate the hive mind's promiscuous probings of these eventualities. I dipped deep into
the black liquid hole of ancestor worship.
The frogs emitting from the mouths of Starbucks paintings wriggled about the floors dangerously considering who's nose to invade. They shot from
floor to left nostril in the sneeze of a
coffee spilled all over the table.
I gained a tongue that extended into the mug and broke off a piece of biscuit.
The bartender across the street slipped some Jack Daniels in my coffee.
And I hopped on one leg.
THE END