The Blue Tongue

They say its impossible to have both a pleasant and foul thought simultaneously that may or may not be true.. but It seems that the foul ones are much stickier adhering to the soft underbelly of the mind a toxic build up of blue times engulfing all light eventually. Pleasant thoughts are hummingbird like flitting from synapse to synapse disappearing into the seam of the unknown coming back the next time with a tinge of blue on the tongue