Sunday 4 January 2009

So seeing the greatest darkest knight there is on our majestic platinum screens and lucid dreams minimize the joker and all such bluff-strong games of chaos, pondered this restless idealist mind into plane scape desolation, with all switches moving up down in elation, only to gratify and play down such horrors and beauty. Boredom insulation of cross-eyed watchers latched always to colour and heaven/hell visions sleep easy after tonight, knowing their hollow and tree like incarnations are but another bruise or broken bone away from mirror stare bliss. Oh to be in love.

And yet crinkled flakes of stout and girth, eclipsing all such mirth, wallow like summer snow above all such faith, believe, hope?! only to be escorted from our urban messes with the glow of unkept carcasses caressing their dresses leather and black, with the soldiers and their forward attacks.

Take one more look at our friend dressed like the night, and his fingers bound on chiefs in walls uptight, you'll see the wasted blinks and hints. Two and a half hours is a long time for the shortest lesson there is.