what areyou talking about boi
Right.
this one time yeah
I was merrily skipping along with a friend of mine,
his name was robert, he was a 6 foot five rasta,
with ginger dreadlocks
he had a pet lamb
it's name was
lamb
we'd some tea by the lake
and were in deep thought about how the universe is a table leg
or grain of sand
and we came upon a park of the most divine twilight,
us three sat and soaked in the being of what was happening to us
I looked behind my rasta friend
and saw a sight
a 100 legged,
60ft tall
lion
the most amazing, undescribable orange and green mane
with 16 faces
and was made of lego
that was moving
I found out later on that my friends favorite animal was is a
lion
I left the lamb and rasta to find my fearie at the local tavern
I found some pixies
but not my fearie
so I walked
I walked until there was no light
the road and pavement swirled and spirled in the nothingness
sparkles of rainbow light
raw colour
and faces that smiled smothered my vision
I then step to the rhytm of a drum
the drum sound rings from behind unseen trees
and then
Bon Jovi
in the middle of a pitch black country road
void
Bon motherfucking jovi
I walked past the sound and with every ounce of focus I had
tried to stay sane
as the last corus rang out from behind the trees
another song
U2
I started to run
I arrived at the destination deep in the middle of nowhere
There was a party
for witches, wiccan, pagens and experimental drug users, drum and bass producers
and my fearie
wasn't there
I calmed myself down and settled with a nice cold pint
and chatted to a huge monster of a man
with the nicest demeaner
and face of a town drunk
called donkey
then we had to leave
and the adventure had only begun
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