SWNOVELXO Chapter 1: PeaK MiD #1
The octopus red leaves all of Peek's reds racing. As for the sharks violet that are center circle, their fins form circles of breathless cream colour which twinkle with effervescent light while the black dolphins entrance Peek with tender honey eyes and gorgeous giraffe smiles. All of this is peppered with green adventurous trouts and giant meditative eels like sprinkles on a five-star meal, a coral reef to Peek's starving eye. That's what Peek's sight is having for lunch. Peek's mind, though, is still starved for what to even cook. Below are the meals:
A. SZA is Bonney, R&B's shinin' Jewelry
B. Chain Saw Man and choked him
C. Espresso vs Diet Pepsi
D. The New West is the new West
E. The greatest fetch in musical history is Melt-Banana's
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Soil Peek's sobs, tortured tree croaks, why are they plucking Peek's figs as jobs? Peek's meandering splash on paper is a dash of an eyelash with a tick sized moustache. Peek's favorite is a quercitron moon cut in two. Half moon bananas, they seem like Taurus's horns. Peek's speech is a beach, one of the two. Both Peek bleaches into toxic cadmium yellow on an ethereal fjord where petal sized suns drown in a boysenberry sea and xanadu angels pimp caterpillar prostitutes with pristine nails. Peek's life is a nightmare, a knight being ridden by a mare. Peek's imagination is shifty & lifelike. Its fiery fig leaves scorched Peek's oolong tongue. Peek is an apricot heiress ballet dancing on a boiling freckled broth-pot. Soup hey or soufflé?
A. A fanny pack is a Mendelssohn bag
B. SOPHIE's Legacy is OIL
C. Clowncore is HOT TO GO!
D. Cinderella wears "the slipper"
E. God is a Brat (Pause)
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O' thoughts of Peek,
Brisk they are, then silent they sleep, other times. Most times they walk, then they sit on a terminal like bus stop, waiting for the bus that never comes, only smoke that greets the wind from a mouth uncaring. A session with a lilac friend.
The cigarette. She graces Peek's mouth, virgin always when she begins the journey, then she tells her story through the eyes of Peek's lips. The tongue will always testify, later, but the eyes always see first. What do they see. Nothing. Yet. The brain still works as it recognizes a mirror. A miracle. Mirror call.
It answers, sees itself, the eyes respond. What stares back is as strange as Muspell's sons.
A. Tom Bombadil is Kind Of Blue
B. Whole Lotta Red vs Nosferatu is a Christmas exclusive
C. Robots are the Death of Love
D. Merlin is Merde
E. Alice is Coltrane in Wonderland
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A clock told a joke, Peek laughed not. Tock tick it was, a modern spin it spoke. Go with the times, guess not. After all, Peek was a wizened old denizen, not a swirly fancy maiden. Mustache on six, light never strained from its path into those forests, six at night or in the morning. It was odd that, that they always swarmed Peek's eyes, wisdom naught, but ticking time bombs which never snored.
Odd.
Peek was just a woman thought not.
Peek had been a maiden once she supposes, in the land of jolly Jimbo Josefina joins the joy. More could be said, but who doesn't like joy, and joining it. All are Jimbos and Josefinas, men and women, in this world. Jolly. Chestnut tinged with a rare brown, mummy brown her inside was, character such as eludes her description, but Peek was what they called vintage. Not old, not young. Just vintage. It was its own age that, unshackled by conformity. Just had to be treated right, a countess in a room full of war-feasting, sword jousting knights on pruned prickled walls singing with scents of lavender and saint-sent song. No wonder Peek kept her status, and became wise bearded one, but woman. Still wizened, still strange.
Clocks should not be such in this age. But I was... ah.... ah...dear fraud, these tears, oh so bland. Popinjay with a shave, melting into the milk with a ghostly wave, colorless calls me with a hint of shade, and lips red.
Peek would like to disappear for a while.
Walk the straight and narrow, life a heavy burden for her, the ordinary mundane. Extraordinary bitter, Peek hates pills, so she walks to relieve the stress. Relive the stress. Road etched, it sings oh grace, oh grace and floats by, never a name it utters, never hers, only oh grace.
Oh grace.
Tails of sentence a forlorn classical too old for a young soul, only in distress will Peek transcend such thoughts, and hear the end of the murmurings she perchance sowed. Full, but it never stops, sentence unsaid pirouetting along, shot and bloodied...
A. Jibaro The Witness (The Windshield Wiper case)
B. Dirty Computer, OK Computer
C. Puparia is Awaken, My Love!
D. Whaam! Versus Medici
E. Atrocity Exhibition vs Atrocity Exhibition
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To Peek,
Suitor 1
Can you feel my heart tremble?
Quiver each moment your finger tickles mine.
Never did I know goose bumps
From sheer heat of that touch, never cold
Like a moment without your presence.
Suitor 2
Your leg my love, a glistening tower
Perfection plum, my hands moving
A knight shivering in fantastical lands
Will I find my sleeping beauty, and will my kiss awaken her?
I shudder with delightful fright.
Suitor 3
Your neck beckons to me,
My lighthouse, whence my eyes gaze to while in Poseidon's shackles
And I grin with the nymphs jealousy of my bliss
I dream of gazing upon it and no siren song
Is as enticing as that softness.
Suitor 4
Why speak, save speech make night of the sun
I see in your eyes, scorching even my timid breath.
The small of your back I caress
Soft like the finest of lilies in Antheia 's gardens.
The spring of my gaze you are
That by each touch of your curves
The feeling that wells within, not even Aphrodite's kiss
Can stir.
Suitor 5
Your smile is akin to autumn leaves
Bright and colourful
Melting my winter's terrors
Each time their spring season blooms.
And your breath, 'tis like the fragrance of the Queen of Sheba
Meandering through the desert dunes till it smites
My twin caves with life giving scent
I am reborn each time you breathe by my side.
A. Suitor 1
B. Suitor 2
C. Suitor 3
D. Suitor 4
E. Suitor 5
Which Suitor should Peek choose?