Vagaries and Prophecies

Hark! The chiming of the spheres abounds. The multitude of movements sets awry the endless melody, rendering all that would be one, undistinct.

Alas! So fades the passing of the day, travelling whence into the darkness of a blinding light, shade and shadow travel once more unto the nexus of eternal spectrum.

Behold! The darkness once more recedes, like the water from an encircled atoll, the tides may depart, and yet leave the bounty of the waves in silent repose.

Rejoice! You would discern a majestic resonance, the music of the prismatic begins essentially flawed, within lies a seed of all that will be, tone and timbre combine.

Revealed! The travel from once to hence, a finite echo of the reticient figure etched in silver filigree upon the gleam of noxious obsidian.

Being watched

I saw the espionage team thats been tracking me again, they don't know I'm on to them, but well, they'll have a nasty surprise when they look for me to leave the house, I've got plans to use a smoke screen and a couple of mirrors to send them barking up the wrong tree, I also reswept the house for bugs, haven't found anything, but i'm sure they're listening in somehow, I'm going to make a foil hat to intterrupt their brain rays, then they wont be able to read my mind...

I'm going to be a Comedy Genius

Our bodacious night out...

It began last friday at 5 o clock when Chris (aka the Prophet of Truth) and I made the Chocolate cake from Roal Dahl's Matilda.
This is a picture i took of Chris consuming it:


Wild rating: Oscar Wilde.

It kind of collapsed under the weight of its own chocolaty intensity but I survived a couple of slices of it.

After that was accomplished we wandered down to off beat where we met the esteemed William Bradbury. Off beat was great, they didn't play One Armed Scissor but I did get to dance in an aggressive manner around the DJ.

Here is a picture of us throwing some shapes:


Wild rating: Chip Taylor

This is where things really got interesting. While Frank and Jules flaked off, Will, Chris and I opted for an obstacle course of fun as our route home. Firstly we hassled Dan the Rapist a bit but he was totally cool about it:


So that's okay.

Then Chris de_stroyed us at climbing up some stairs without touching the stairs.
Shortly after that we found ourselves shortcutting through western park via an acre of prime air conditioning units. There was this sweet ladder down the other side straight out of metal gear solid.

Wild rating:


Some sweet shit happened before we got home, Will jumped over a bush into a hedge and then we found this roundabout.
Once we got home we had a jamming session, here is an extract:
Boomp3.com

Wild rating: CBBC Wild

A truly euphoric experience.

Relativity

I met a man who had no shoes,
I set fire to him, that man was no longer cold,

To expound upon an earlier question, life is relative, and language more so, I may not speak the same dialect that you do, but does that make yours or mine any less correct, we hear tell of the recieved pronunciation of Queen's English, but pray, how has she decided to formulate such a language, and who gave her the possession of our nation's most treasured wealth. Language is art, and within its artistry lies eternal mystery, whence came the vowel? Who are the noun? Participles why must you dangle so? Language is the ultimate form of expression, and all other mediums pale into its purity of thought, purpose, chastity and brilliance.

Listening to: The sound coming from my skylight
Mood: euphoric

Food for Thought

Hello my name is Boris, and I have been invited to add an artistic flair to this otherwise dry forum of minds. I dabble in the exploration of the Human soul through the purest of mediums, Art.
My canvas is life itself but I occasionally use MS Paint (though it has taken me many years to master is intricacies).
My latest materpeice is simply called "Life" and I shall premiere it here.















It is a visual representation of Life's never ending rotary nature, everything always repeats itself, yet it does not as our finite time slowly ticks away...

WTF

what the fucks man these hos be up in my grill thinking there pre-pubescent shackspear i havent laughed so much since i saws that sicknasty video of russell crowe fellating himself shit was out there peace out emos

p.s. check out dis sound poem

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=plVfHEUlmPk&feature=related