cytoplastik

"cytoplastic is the lump of clay you threw against the wall because you didn't know what to do with... the same lump that slimed its way across the carpet and into your lap, because it loves you. cytoplastic is a dancer spinning out a revelation she doesn't know the words to: rapt. cytoplastic is a new pair of shoes to be broken into, sized for invisible feet that are just learning the feel of the ground, tempered by an uphill hike and muddy from the delight of stomping in puddle ice. cytoplastic is a victim of the substitute-the letter-"k"-for-"c"-kraze. cytoplastic is your favorite quirky mug that doesn't match the rest: drink. cytoplastic is a symptom and a cause. cytoplastic is into the pudding, not lost in the sauce. cytoplastic is a secret somebody whispered once upon a time, a secret you forgot, but still get to share in. cytoplastic is the glee of opening a new box of crayons, the kind with 128 wacky colors. cytoplastic is 5 looking wonderingly and slightly dubiously at 6. cytoplastic is the penny that landed on its side and never stopped spinning; a puppet unpeeler; a farmer learning how to harvest; and a beacon for space aliens, glimmering away in the night. cytoplastic is some chick you met on a bus, who opens her purse and offers you the chewing gum of infinity. are you in?"-Hollyjean