. . . And the apple from the seed knows not where it ends.  it's not like the tomato field which crops up in slush near the waterplant, red, ripe, a variety of delicious treats directly from the 'pooey' department.

 

An apple tree is kind to host a cousin fruit grafted in its trunk.  An apple bitten is the way the curse comes to an end--temptation then becomes another apple shining through the eye.  Always keep a basketful--it's best that they don't taste the same, if you remember to forget how you expect it to feel inside your mouth, if your memory is kind enough to delete that which was once your delight. 

 

I came in to babble and talk of signatures and baptisms, of days when fingerprints give way to concavities through the belly button.  I swallowed the raindrop, yet I see it dripping, repetitiously, under the kitchen sink.  It must wait until Sunday, the day assigned for spending hours on my knees--its sacrilegeous to spend a weekday wearing a plumber's hat--and Wednesday is when the mountain peak waves from within but there's no earth to kiss that wasn't spit on with unkown viruses like resistant strands of tuberculosis.  The problem is I left my volleyball kneepads North of the border of possibilities, as an excuse to venerate procrastination. 

 

If she takes a bite from one apple, will she eat the whole apple, or will she go on to the next apple?  Signatures or compare and contrast?  Maybe corroboration?  A mean parent may put together one red sweet apple and one very green green apple, sour and ready to surprise.  I knew a sick couple that enjoyed confusing their dog pretending they were fighting--the dog did not know to whom of the two to go or what to do.  Their kids grew up to be an improved version of themselves, meaner and smarter in their cunning way to inflict pain under the guise of mensa sense of humor. 

 

When the child becomes the apple, will she be up on a shelf studying ways of rolling down to rock and roll?

 

Stop.  No, not you, I stop, here, now. 

Boo!

i read this somewhere...maybe in a type of book. :)

 

hokay. minor pik.