What if a cinnamon tangerine soup was actually a thing? I mean, the flavours would blend marvelously, no problem, and the great orange emperor penguin knows that a hint of sugary spice never hurts.
It’s strange, really, this art of food-making. Taste is basically a security check procedure by the brain to make sure you’re not swallowing some hullabalooney schmuckyliroo because that, dear friend, might quite literally kill you. Trust me on this one. Lifetimes of traveling back and forth between the fantastic dimensions, pausing occasionally for a couple of lifetimes for a taste of their ways of life and flavours of food and nonsense and insane-ability have taught me well and have left me exceptionally wisened in the fields of Dreamsky and imagination.
While imagination is essentially an integral survival skill, Dreamsky is one of the more classical aestheticisms that highlight its varying forms, flavours and dialects. Some of the more admired and loved Dreamsky artists are The Cheshire on the Moon, The Marsupial from Mars and The Very Hungry Caterpillar. You may have heard of them.
Dreamsky artists tend to possess touch of randomness and an ability to switch to a crazy-happy-random-loopy mode in the bat of an eye. This enables them to make the most of their expertise in the fields of perception and whimsication of every ballgame.
If you are anywhere near as fascinated by this beauteous piece of real-life miracle as you would be for a chocolate fudge ice-cream sundae with strawberries and cream, your ears would perk up and your eyes would twinkle, your fingers and your toes would tingle to toe the fine line between nonsense and the sheer joy of existence and you might possibly find your feet hurrying blindly to find a shortcut to mastering this immensely intricate craft.
And soon enough, you’ll find yourself speaking words you only dreamed you would.
“Do you think I’ve gone ’round the bend?” you might begin to wonder.
So here’s a little something for you when you do:
“I’m afraid so… you’re mad. Bonkers. Off your head… but I’ll tell you a secret… all of the best people are.”
T. E. Pyrus