Come Unto Me Brightly Shaded Pheasantries
Every so oftey, but mostly lately, the moon has been dancing on my feathers, hence the approprium titled.
Can't help but find the levity in all that is surrounding. Oh, you feel so confident, that you finally fit in, but who the hell are you kiddin'? No one fits in children, and that's a most honest thing. Go and create your own subculture, thrive in it young one. Yet be wary, for soon enough it'll all come undone, your future melted away while you indulged in dangerous fun.
Regardless, here's something for you smellitars.
The Dancing Beings
Perched on rocks they all began,
Hardly resembling modern man,
One of them beat a skin and stick,
And with it birthed the music,
So they began the mystic dance.
The time passed in a quick fashion,
Many of them became impassioned,
Things to take and have and possess,
Piled riches in a mess,
So continued the mystic dance.
They faltered, fell and did misstep,
And still the mystic rhythm kept,
Till ambitiousness struck town,
That is when the progress went down,
So some forgot the mystic dance.
Beings were making errors,
Giving way to new terrors,
Damaging decisions done,
Nowhere left to scream or run,
So less would do the mystic dance.
Genocide, materialists,
People raising clenching fists,
Those who let their freedom ring,
Silenced those that once could sing,
So none were left to do the mystic dance.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
The beach has a wondrous smell, least that's what my nostrils do tell.
Sometimes, the human tongue escapes me, and I find myself speaking to nobody. Perhaps I should learn this primitive lengua. Ideas would come across much more easily instead of living in disguise. Anyterms, you wanderings should stop worrying so much about opposing pensaments. Sociologically inclined jerks already shove enough of their regulating terms down your telescoping throats for you to be stressed by something less. Please, from now on, tell yourselves what to do.
Quote of the Day:
"Gravitational pulls do entertain your thoughts, but be careful not to become to wrapped up in the Saran of impossibility."- Rigor De Mortis
Above all else, brighten your toilet handles.
Can't help but find the levity in all that is surrounding. Oh, you feel so confident, that you finally fit in, but who the hell are you kiddin'? No one fits in children, and that's a most honest thing. Go and create your own subculture, thrive in it young one. Yet be wary, for soon enough it'll all come undone, your future melted away while you indulged in dangerous fun.
Regardless, here's something for you smellitars.
The Dancing Beings
Perched on rocks they all began,
Hardly resembling modern man,
One of them beat a skin and stick,
And with it birthed the music,
So they began the mystic dance.
The time passed in a quick fashion,
Many of them became impassioned,
Things to take and have and possess,
Piled riches in a mess,
So continued the mystic dance.
They faltered, fell and did misstep,
And still the mystic rhythm kept,
Till ambitiousness struck town,
That is when the progress went down,
So some forgot the mystic dance.
Beings were making errors,
Giving way to new terrors,
Damaging decisions done,
Nowhere left to scream or run,
So less would do the mystic dance.
Genocide, materialists,
People raising clenching fists,
Those who let their freedom ring,
Silenced those that once could sing,
So none were left to do the mystic dance.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
The beach has a wondrous smell, least that's what my nostrils do tell.
Sometimes, the human tongue escapes me, and I find myself speaking to nobody. Perhaps I should learn this primitive lengua. Ideas would come across much more easily instead of living in disguise. Anyterms, you wanderings should stop worrying so much about opposing pensaments. Sociologically inclined jerks already shove enough of their regulating terms down your telescoping throats for you to be stressed by something less. Please, from now on, tell yourselves what to do.
Quote of the Day:
"Gravitational pulls do entertain your thoughts, but be careful not to become to wrapped up in the Saran of impossibility."- Rigor De Mortis
Above all else, brighten your toilet handles.