Delicate Frequencies and Frequent Delicacies

The future? It's now. I'm already living it the way I want it to be.

Just change your now into what you want your future to be and your future becomes now.

Imagine time as a wave and you're riding that wave. Changes all occur now as the wave flows through the now. Just as waves become matter once you focus on them, the wave of time turns concrete when you're living on the plane the time wave flows through.

Would you water the wooden den then? A flawed flood of thawed thoughts inundated my once crystallized consciousphere once the queer inquiry rippled across my ears. What lurks beneath the surface of consciousnecessarily? The thought running through my head never asked if I wanted to cognize it, nevermind re-cognize it. Once again I ask for the first time and pretend not to portend.

Pass me the prismopic stellular stone, I need to contract someone.

 Peach Plum Pear
 You can reach us anywhere

 Place a pearl in a dream
 And through the ventilation scream
 

Peer amid the trees swaying in the breeze. Zebras breathe easy in the sea breeze. The hypersense flows from the contributaries into the sea of speach and in that sea I go plumbing for pearls.

Let's go to the hinterlands and hint some hypersensed ravagelos. Bieced together like a string of canaries, they flock together for the bad weather.

Lemme see some of that spulf. Ooh it is icy spicy I see! Like aelfspicu, fortinnu deja vu.

It's the interspatial special spice. Deja vuu!

Knip knippers I must verily say. Place a piece of lace between the space and lemme know what you find.

Vent your pent up ocean
of one dreamy notion
of wandering emotion.

Randominion of opinion.

O pine you tell
of the knell of the bell
for the tree that fell
on that one hell of a summer eve.

Approaching appropriate appointment upon approval, the pretty princess promptly primps herself to prepare for her prance with the prince. Excess sex successfully expressed implies an important amplification of hypersensitivity. It is th'verlasting lust, lest my list be lost.

When asked whether he'd rather be a politician or a lunatician, Snubbuns Mcdrubble quickly responded with three simple words, "What's the difference?" then laughed and added, "No but seriously, I'd choose lunatician, definitely." He then howled and turned down an alley.

Had it not been a full moon that night, Snubbuns may have run for governor.