chriskaasi

It always sparkles like a party on the other side of the mirror and the guests are something ghostly and faint all the images of a previous life overlapping this reality in the most restless of ways the attention grabbers! the show stoppers! the dismal gab of old conversations that have fallen into fashion thanks to the help of yours truly (whose truly?) whos truly trying to magnify the depths of the lost art of lounging in the ether (and I dont feel a thing.) The place where the water sparkles crystaline secrets in the void of non-time and all I really meant was latenight, but repetition is a tough business, so you have to come dressed in your finest just to catch your own attention and now mines switched to fatigue and the way my cats keep circling the room wondering why I wont shut up and go to bed please kitties genius needs a mouthpiece and Im reworking my audition for the spokesman of the next generation, though thats not really what I mean now, nor was it the last time that fiasco overwhelmed me. Ha! Death in sixty-nine and the eternity-fish shapeshift to 69s in the course of three years, though now Im simply on vacation a range-life and Im free to walk the waters of innuendo, alluding to whatever I damn-well please so whats it really like? They speak softly and the chords glitter in the atmoshpere drumming out a heartfelt lullaby. Its like learning a new language that you already knew long before the onset of spacetime. Superstring theory and the hotchicks dance to math.