And the song went…
Colored ecstatic loops found its way around again this weekend and not once but twice courtesy my brain in my brain and if that was the case it would be only fair (and evident) that I would be in my brains skull (or rather down it). Anyhow, the loops started out on rollercoaster mode, with a humming bird made of me. The resemblance in the subject fell into place when one of them loops decided to creep up and explode in a cosmic exploration of altitudes, achieved before, yet this time the canvas was a reflection of a different mountain-top.
…Colors are just a dissected version of a darker shade, also known as black!
The truth of the matter was and is now – whatever color it is, it sure would be rampage time, executed in a manner that has no boundaries, has no alms for cruelty and a joy that makes you sit in a corner in a post era with an overwhelming sense to cry. Minor Earth and major skies happened when rain-drops decided to be cruel, true! the toxins and a scent of probable ‘lushness’ had it’s finger in the pie and true! Ants Marched in a good way for a change, pecking at a nerve that felt like a nipple piercing on exploited mode. Moments later, old bad ass friend added to the greenery’s world and folks were a subject that was waiting to be bombed, yet a sense of uncertainty in doing so cried Hallelujah! All this, to see a return of tonnes of home, instigated by no rain – A Blind fucking Melon it seemed! The air was definitely not clearing, the silence in heaven decided to play murderer, so hell was the choice of abomination.
…Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it!
A symphony of destruction playing out in the incarnate – sweating bullets! Func decided to be the gesture, so did the blonde dimwit who decided break-beat was the route to triggering off all orgasmic hand grenades, however, creep decided to show up and set the mind on procrastination mode, and children and women obeyed the mood, their all decided to tell the deaf and blind idiots that mystics was a better option. Not seeing or hearing the signs that were there, the two decided to break all boundaries and drive each other through each others veins and into they brains – scandals being played out to the sober! Apparently, the mountains being chopped down were not enough, the angels were sent down to watch over shoulders and take all of them loops and make it a rollercoaster ride on random mode – capturing heartbeats, souls and ripping them right out in a moment!
…Children cried in the streets for a mothers love, they cried for more!
The truth got twisted, knots got twisted, hell! even hell got twisted to culminate into a warped set of antics that took the week hearted and shot the god damn hypocrites who couldn’t admit they would’ve done the same – It’s simple, you have the moment grab it, though they took the phrase "grabbing the moment" to another level, gave it a random name and gave it a face that made Satan look crass and all with a smile to go – perfect and compact random live shells all over. Clouded perceptions of pain, sorrow, deceit, agony and everything related looked like a play toy – evil ways would be an apt enough reasoning behind it, though in a good way. All this ended finally at a time when Cinderalla went back to washing dishes for her step mother, and it instigated a propaganda that sparked off insomnia cures for the world to cherish. As far as the two idiots – they were called back to sing a duet of Roxette’s rendition on "sleeping the back seat of my car", this time around they weren’t any spectators but they were spectacles on bliss mode.
…What you give is what you get!
