Poke a hole with the tip of your tongue to see your point!
Creative Writing using grid formation and the tongue to find sensual rhythms in isolation.
Expansion is a muscle? Well, let's just imagine this for a second...
Value is a courtesy to indicate the location away from zero, normally, but, let's try where the value isn't value until you have stepped away from a range of zero (which internally is going to represent binary since 0 and 1 are dominant features of this relationship). We will begin with the number 2 as first. I don't say 1 or 0 here because it depends on how it is being used.
We have this huge hole for binary in the middle of our graphing imagery of vectors and we need to configure this to have a linear presence for all of the usual mathematical arrangements. That is all we need to transition any mathematical concept into a theoretical practice! Linear mathematical arrangements act as control agents of change (depends on the arrangement and interpretation) if needing a known resolved step.
So, because of this, our grid ends up looking like a contour of zero expansion (which is a muscle). What do we know about muscles that affects this entire grid because of zero being labeled this entity of movement, control, and instability? We know that a tongue needs other parts of the mouth to be mechanically operative. This isn't typical, so, continuing with the surmounting philosophy of new ideas it will be empty for the concept of idea alone, not the actual content. The grid itself is a null value, but it intends to escape this null value with the tongue!
The grid the tongue is on, needs to find a way out, mathematically.
Some of the conditions include a zero space, binary, and a replicating field that is affected by the turmoil of the tongue. The type of space it is, requires no definition, it is just a reactive field for movement.
The muscle is capable of movement. It is a living entity, so its connections are dimensionally maintained, here as a one-dimensional measurement. We know the object (tongue) is incapable of leaving the grid.
Why? Because the idea of measuring the tongue is the main focus, that we never had to catch it, dissect it, or otherwise misplace it to merely measure. Let's assume that it can leave the grid. And we need to find a way for it, to leave the grid.
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Tongue Behavior
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Basic Observation of Purpose: The essence of the tongue is to formulate sound, the echo based on the cavernous arrangement to protrude a sound into a tunnel effect for volume. The tongue can point, click, cluck, and move food as we chew. It is pretty peculiar of its surroundings, without any vision, to know when to point. That is a working intelligence for conditioned muscle that orchestrates the variations of sounds based on its contact.
Basic Observation of Grid: It is acting like the cavernous mouth, except, the volume isn't key for its escape. The sound will not be leaving the tongue, or the grid, in this rendition of who escapes the grid! It has no opening outside of zeroes gaping centrally located hole, which is unexplained yet....
The tongue, begins to evaluate what it can do and the place it is, begins to react to it moving, causing the contour lines to move, up, down, buoyantly. Sensitive and impressionable from both directions. The tongue concludes that this place has no up or down, that it is the center of attention.
At this point, the tongue, begins to stand upright, as tall as it can from the tip of the tongue and begins to balance its base to break any bind it can. Probity astounds the complexity of what is up and down when the base begins to spread across the grid, unaccompanied with the solid structure to maintain its protective shell from dehydration, which it picked up pretty fast, it's going to need something quick. It begins to wriggle, rotating from its spot, expanding at the base. It loses the muscle structure as it begins to grow tired and stiff from thirst. The tiny sporadic volcanoes are fuming an exhaust that is unable to replenish with the roof of a mouth and begins to shrivel inwards as it expands at the base. The openings die and it loses its sense of taste. It never got to taste, since this place, did not have food, liquid, flavor. The body of this beast never knew it had the pleasure of tasting to send a signal of satisfaction, for it to stop searching for thirst, which was assumed the only reaction at this time.
Standing tall, it begs itself to stay, but cannot and falters down. Farther into dehydration, it begins to shrivel and loses its connection as a muscle. Detached, old, the space around it, begins to preserve it. The statuesque pose it portrays is grotesquely disfigured and ominous. Something abstract stains imprint to provide a surreal reality in transit.
In the pose, configurations of its image and sense of speech transmit in this space - a concise tone that has no tongue to click its language into gear... the pitch is senseless and roams endlessly in place, away from the center of this grid, where the tongue perches like a miniature castle, waiting to be revived, repaired, replenished.
the tongue.
What does binary say, when all the words have escaped humanity and the epic journey of defeating enemies, friends, self-starting adventurers to summon their divinity through life to explain? You couldn't bring your bucket of water or pack of stones you carried with you in life. All you have, is the muscle that built your steps to the high rise of civility to explain your place in this world.
The tongue, captures the tool to tell your higher power... all you have are binary methods to approach with:
1. Binary is 1 or 0.
2. Binary can speak a language if programmed.
3. Binary is universal.
4. Binary consists of null, null here is defined as the separation of value.
5. Binary in this type of space, a space defined as non-directional and reactive to tongue, is able to change, granted, the tongue.
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Working the tongue over, it begins to fall apart, crumbling at the ground, the space around it shakes and crumbles the entire tongue on the ground, in the epicenter of this false cavernous echo, the smallest pieces begin to move contours throughout the space and it juts the land in uneven slurs of moved land as if painted with a large brush and stroked in quick passes like bunches of hand strewn grass, without the detail, being gathered and suckered into space to form thick dunes that are sweeping up and around, fooled by the interaction of a sound being made from the stilled tongue.
It is just like zero to try and multiply, for the space to catch its every fiber and account for each piece as if to effect, evenly - ends up dispersed and in shambles. This is the impossible, zero in multiples!
The tongue, now past its muscle state, are rolled up small buds with pockets of taste receptors, small fibrous hairs protruding like the echoes newfound floor where there is not an up or down in its stilled presence, still wrapped around the tongue's dehydrated buds, loosely in its dipped concave cup where binary is being held as a hand of loosely shelled pockets and slowly being worn down by the space as an effect of changing it. Harboring trapped air and fossilizing the direction of what is up and down, it spreads thinly as the thick curls that resembled shortly cropped curls on a young man's head are now matted down and slick with beautiful cupped taste buds (unaware of its shape and form) that were able to catch moisture, slowly, from the encased space that created small beacons made of taste buds.
At this time, the world had developed, civilizations had risen, fallen, arrived from conquest, defeated, admired, and moved on together, as separate entities. The world still had a tongue. And now, with the reservoirs of salivated gatherings made from the sheer coincidence of dehydration and chance that befell a natural process - had the opportunity to provide a living tongue to the world that had developed without it.
Taste bud Image by an Amoils.com blog!
What will you say, how will you say it and what do we really understand about the human body held in captivity with no sensual evidence of what it is that the relational aptitude for life is to digest its surroundings and leave when it is empty?
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