Spaghetti worms put into place feeling  me rapture in the tall glassed enclosure of whiskey

It comes to mind that drinking such things will never cease my thirst but enhance my visions til the resting place becomes  in tune  & clear-  much more obvious

Cannibalism is a far reach from eating the fowl that splits my tongue and salivates my juices as I enter the rock fish bottom- No strings attached and it is now a jar of clay--

No connection --- only the dots pass me by