MY APPLEBELOVED DIMENSION
17 YEAR OLD QUEEN OF ODDITY.
She breathes through strings of poetry, swallows souls riddled with filth and evil and tastes artistry like tongues frolicking on a paddle pop.
She smells fields of musical poppy flowers, soak her ears in trickling luxuries and feels the glossy surfaces of polished philosophy.
She speaks in rhymes and rhythms, absorbs visions of the savoury and sings songs about fears and individuality.
She holds a withered stalk of passion, a broken stem of stringy talents and a silent brownish mahogany violin in her powerful, little, little hands.
Welcome to the Thresholds Of thee AppleBeloved Dimension, whereby everything you read is potentially disarming to your soul. Be prepared that your soul get sucked into a vial and eaten in the most delightful way, for after all. . .
Thou is an Angel
Land of peace