One day, while sipping on a cup of coffee, I burned my tongue...and I wondered how burning my tongue would affect the cosmic flow of the universal time-continuum...and if it's aura would somehow diminish or become more negative due to the adverse stimulation of my oral buds.

When I looked out into the endless abyss that we call a planet and saw that nothing had really changed. I realized how insignificant my tongue was to the universe as a whole. This made me cry and contimplate taking my life by cutting out my tongue, but then a beutiful young creature approached me and we began to converse. Our auras connected and we ended up naked in a feild of daisies. I began to probe her petals with my still burning tongue which caused me pain, but at the same time an overpowering pleasure.

The girl writhed and blossomed on my seedless piston and then I realized the importance of my tongue.

Chris Beyond