Fruitious yet famished freedom

A work that thus far seems so fresh. A hurling mass of humanity that some way through the serpentine angles of society manages to call themselves at right with Jah, and that rat race we call human. Where has been the consanguinity that besets us? Has not it been manacled up by the very corporeality we hold so dear; our own psychology? Of the same we slay offenders, and beatify the same. Nevertheless, this still holds true, the enduring presentiment of a work well done is as sure as a simple peach in the morning coolness.
~a perceiver

Happiness as the fluorescent light that fills the room...

I'm sorry this has nothing to do with peaches, but I must share that, like Shama, I too have survived Adult Health 2! The feeling of exuberance is overwhelming! I also, like Shama, I have decided to post an equally unrelated photograph with the text.
Break is fast approaching; will you be caught unawares?

Fructoids

Tim:

Thank you for the clarification, most is now clear. The subject matter of the two previous diagraphs, though formerly causing problematic inconclusiveness, has been brought to light by a mutual acquaintance. Though I deny ever sending aforementioned message about fructoids, I am in hearty agreement that the ensuing communications could indeed stimulate much clever discourse. With all amicability,

Allie

Intricacy

wow. that was, uh, quite the exposition there. now, how about you rephrase that so a normal human being can understand it. by the way, i'm pretty sure you were reasoning yourself in circles.

what e-mail?

-Christy

The Elucidation

Dearest Reader,
As you may already know, the aforementioned "invincible giant peach" has already begun its unparalleled work of demise that will ultimately conclude in the further judgment, harassment, and lastly the hysteria of all those that seek to be concealed within the dark embryo of its prehensile icon. I am fervently striving to procure your full and unmitigated engrossment in this rather pressing causatum in which we now find ourselves; yes even along with this whole great confederation, which is by no doubt due to the aloofness of a certain element of which has obviously been lacking. This entity which I have precendently alluded to has become such a nuance that in anticipation of the pre-required goods, they were utterly useless. For as much as I attempt to converse plainly, I did sense a peculiar discombobulation as to the exact issue of which I intended to address. To make contrivances more pristine I have compiled a brief rune to add to the senselessness of this type of reasoning:

Oh that today would be the cry,

Of such a random passerby,

To see the sun as though it gleams,

In after-years, yet before the beams,

Of celestial light stream down to reach,

The morbid doorsteps of the invincible giant peach.

With all due respect,
T. M. George

RE: Peaches???

Dear Timothy,
Salutations,
Your ostensible calculations as to the diameter of the massive fructoid were of tremendous value, albeit they seemed inconsistent with the general sagicity of your persona.
I wish to explore the possible perfunctory present/past parameters of sweetness and suculence, which are of intrinsic value to any deep conversation over the relative tonicity, realities, and objectives from whence we derive the parameters of massive fructicity.
The peach is a creation of undeniable beauty. Well rounded, it's juicy yellow nectar enclosed by a delicate skin of protection, it seems designed to thrill the beholder into paroxysms of adoration. Picked to perfection, the perpetual parameters of Peaches pendulate pensively...... passing pleasure.
You mentioned that I had stepped from underneath the invisible giant fructoid, but you were speaking metaphorically of course. I have stepped from beneath, leaping from the invisble to the tangible, now here, then nowhere. Leaping the streams of metaphor, I have scribed the peach in a rainbow.....
Of course, I wouldn't want to cast doubt on the credibility of our discourse, so I have made this message the essence of brevity, it's constructs are tangible, and it's descripitions quite fruitlike.
It's true that Plato described his forms in terms of peaches, In fact, Kierkegaard was only ready to make his existential leap after discovering that his mother had packed him an apple instead of a peach. Nietzches' writings can only be understood in the context of the fact that Germany had an exceptionally rotten crop of peaches for the duration of his life.
So really, life just comes down to peaches.
In all regrets, without sincerity.
John Elliott Howe the Second.
P.S. True fact, my ancestor John Elliott Howe the First was scalped by indians in the 1600's.

Hint

I must say, Mr. George, that I have no current recollection of dispatching said email, with syllables such as to excite in you some exuberance. I therefore do inquire as to what you do reference in your epistle which you have posted me. I claim no knowledge of this giant peach that you insist overcame me, nor of how such a possibility might cause an assuagement to your seeming ungrounded concerns. Therefore I propose that you enlighten, inform, and generally make known what it is you speak of, perhaps by shewing forth that communique that I had purportedly routed in your direction.
Cordially,
Jonathan A. Gerrans, Esq.