Widow's Peak

My first language being silence, I wanted to learn Body Language and get a second tongue to speak with.
-Eye began by anal-eyesing the the old Axiom "Know thy Self". I sat down in the grass on my ass and whipped out my shoulder blade and cut off some finger nails, later I would use these nails for carpentry; drive them in a couple feet.

I may need a hand.

I am a native. I go back to my nativity scene, I was born a virgin. Rather born in a barn or cave- we are all close enough to Horse-spittle. The gifts are brought by those wise ones looking a gift horse in the mouth--- and we begin to read the body tongues of others in a short menstrual period. Some are baptised in water by the minister-el and others just take a bath as needed.


Who nose from that first moment what we will be-cum. We hear with that ear the sounds of our lips after the doctor smacks our new born hips. We cry out with the first pout from there there is no doubt, until we learn to mock. Our tongue having sex with our lips, in and out, in and out and the slobber drools out; then we must grin and wipe off our chin to get the words right and left. Practice spewing and spilling our guts.


Armed to the teeth my hands carry five figures each, my arm is a-wristed by my mits, cuffed and stuffed they synchronize the motions as we grow up and out.

I take up my El-bow and tie on a gut string and shoot tiny sparrows. One by one I flip off the birds while holding back chew gum cud.

Just then a turd-el pops his head out from his shell. I bend over the black hole as the my ants invade my pants, she showed up with her husband, my ankle and their daughter my kneese.
The toes nose how snotty I am with people who pinch my cheeks, I never care for the dumb thumbs partnership with the pointed finger, feels like a pin you prick. Makes me wanna noose the pinchy ass goose, but "what is good for the goose is good for the gander"

See what eye mean?

I arched my sole and ran to my back and opened up a book by its spine. The news I that eye red was bad you see, so I took note how that dried out my throat. I counted my missing 4 skin, my 5 skin then 6 skin--- "Do you want a piece of me" I said out loud---speaking to my shadow so proud. He waved me on. What a jerk!

My head root so long--- all the way to my tail. Who was it that decided- that I should be sexed male? I wagged my bone all the way home and my dark shadow followed its clone.

Just then a hair jumped up from the crowned and stood up on the back of my neck. I rested my legs on my color bones and compared them to a rainbow that appeared just above my brow. For that my eye's gave me fifty lashes, lock cocked in the stocks, I choked on my adams apple; straining my brain and sifting my thoughts of what I ought not to do next.

"The body is a Temple of God" Thoughts said: so why take a mark on the befor head?
I opened my jaw and looked down I wrote- Down a deep dark hole just below my lip mole coat.
I yelled for my soul- and it answered from the bellows
"for whom the Bell tolls"



Ring my bell

I looked up to the steeple and chimed out- right in to my third eye, looking right into my
O-iris. "Do the stars tell a tale?" I listened and played my ear drum while I waited for an answer. After a Shamans song, it wasn't that long, a silent voice came to my sanctuary.

"Your brain has been trained and your ribs have been caged, man is the measure of all things"

You mean- "I am what I am looking for?" I started colon out loud to my self. My nipple's hardened and snow began to fall, then packed at the peaks. I realized balls are for shooting into baskets, this is no game. I felt like stuffing socks in my socket's and hiding my head in the hand.

My solar soul is positively charged and thy feet firmly grounded. I wondered how the birds took flight while the earth held me in its grips so tight. Maybe if I was less heavy and more light; I could sore closer to the moon at night. The earth always taking me for a spin, with gravitational poles I can never win.

Am I some kind of f-ether-less magnet, a pawn in the Palm of natures stagnant?
Perhaps if I can join my higher self with my lower self I will achieve the zero point flight- dream of my dreams; reamed into my trained brain- as I sleep and charged my battery.

I layed down for a sleep and plug my self in to natures outlet. Later, I was fully discharged by permission with a nocturnal emission. When I awoke; I real-eyesd I had a widows peak V. I shut my whoreazontel blinds and drifted back to sheep, counting all my digits from twin-T back-words.

I herd nothing but silence.