Having the proper amount of vapor in the air, and the hunter’s moon eclipsing the storyboard, we settled in for some Louis C.K. SNL recast. However, the architects of fate intervened and projected the toneholes FUN through the liquid crystal, instantly causing our nerve plexus to shift from proper rhythm, possibly setting our cycle of rebirth back by at least three. Instantly, The Jebba went into a forty-seven second, extremely detailed discourse, better yet, oration on the eradication of the lead singer’s throat, always keeping me aware that it was for the tactile pleasure only. Having suffered enough The Watchers guided us to a new conduit where Mad Seasons 1995 Moore Theatre concert epic was starting its engines. With the luminosity of crimson shinning through our desert buttons we gleefully watched Layne ‘hero of the underworld’ Staley float on stage having just dragon chased a black tootsie roll onto the back of that seven-mile snake that haunted Morrison or was he swimming the channel on the black pearl reaching for perfect unity with the Brahman like only experienced the first time. Either way we were at true rest and content…until the moment passes and then a new one begins…….
Posted on: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 08:35:12 +0000
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