A sight of lonliness, a brief glimpse of a pattern, paths in crystal, a song, clasped in another. But you must close the door. There is no time to join the sail of this ship, and it will sail the stars alone. A journey to infinity, with batteries that will only last sixty years. If it is ever seen again, what will be made of it? Alas, you have your own, simpler, shorter, journey to make, with the company you have chosen. Fade

Gibber Landscapes decorate the sossander skies, melons and cupcakes dance upon the lemonade stand pitcher of cool ice water costs too much because lithmus cannot be seen or foretold because of the disturbing sight of lemon candlelight orange you glad helm of singing and falling between the poetic strands of lemon crisp cannot fall far enough happiness costs too much interest tax rates on inner dialogue and between the things you said and what I thought lay many dialogues unspoken happiness dominates the green party cannot afford to forget the measures of the twilight sun stars measure the interminable boredom that laughter is the very last thing I would've expected because the grey beast cannot answer your questions any better than I could interesting internal discipline beastmaster fondue melancholy measures are needed to protect the way of sanctus dominii felis between the moss gathering on the northeastwest hens cannot cluck intervention masses and stellar bodies between the heart's end and unmeasured unbridled fear costs a soul too much and cannot be measured in right-wing fastidious bald singing dancers and tape measures oleander hooplah earnest people cannot see between the gazes of their hand and twisting laughter will not net you the mean gaze of the person next in line somber pretension inbred and laughed out of multiple harvest seasons grass growing and integral intermittent heartfelt apologies to the measured ones crayola food mushy raisins and squalor

I always am capable of producing an endless stream of this. I've never managed to record it before, because I write too slowly, but apparently if I close my eyes and type, I can output it while still doing it. The problem is that I still produce this faster than I can type, and it's somewhat multistreamed as I think it, with more than one vague 'path' being followed and often more than one word at once being produced. Oh well. I'll get back to sleep.