atomic hypothesis

there is no such thing as body there is only movement our bodies are like a windowless room filled with brightly balloons, except the walls of the house are made of balloons and so is the space between them, those are balloons too and when we heat up by our dreams by the radiation of each others souls on fire we jiggle about like singing tonsils bumping into each other like the running bulls swinging balls and we are attracted to each other in the dance, our brightly round bellies rubbing up against each which explains why we cant help suck the pulp out from each other's memories and fantasize rolling our green cold eyes inside our warm purple mouths or stick ourselves into each other into the viscous moving balloons of each other just to glob right on and become each other like mold