oh this should be good because there is energy in the way we speak our minds and in that energy state there is a kind of robustness that would precipitate the many stations of latitude. and this latitude forefront of functional sensation along the curve. and what cultivated curve is it that, that would appear shaped like an echo in time as the waves roll back and forth along the shoreline of waking energy fields.
for there are many kinds of energies that are subtle yet pronounced and then we are exposed to a lot. perhaps in its microbial life these energies pass through us like wind is to break...ahahah.
but of course wind has energy, have you not ever felt the wind that brushes along your cheeks and thought what a sensation, where is this energy that the wind has to create the motion of the energy that carries far and wind along the breezy indenture line. and who would of thought that the spirit is a walking energy field in line with a winding road that travels along a windy foreshore of sensation. like those creamy little tiles that bask in the sunlit escarpment outside the balcony of dreams overlooking the beach.
the sun glistens in your hair, the wind blow drys the motions of thought and the waves tumble dry fascinated by the leaping sand dunes. those dunes that break the oceans curls as they devour and consume that which is in their paths along a degradation and weathered palm of salient rocks that wouldn't simmer and stew, displaced against the tide of lapped up grace. wouldn't the wind carry the sand afar, drying out the moister and creating a delicate abundance of granule sediment that replants itself as smoothly as the winds follow the seasons.
You did say random...right!
I'm good at random.