Have you ever felt all your sensations driven from your appendages to your ears,
have you ever felt your whole life coalescing on the crest of a yell, a note, a shrill cry from a silver flute?
Last night we were driven from the twilight of desert landscapes slowly to the brink of a murky reverb-laden cliff, by two nomadic plaid-dressed musicians, only to swim down below in the tumultuous swedish waters, wave after wave crashing against our eardrums, sending us into a crazed bliss. Respite was offered in small doses of melodic beauty, cocooning us in warm lyrics spoken in an unfamiliar tongue, only to be deconstructed quickly by spiraling, down-right venomous jamming.
We came in a haze to see you play your songs, you left us not buddhists, but most certainly enlightened and resolutely content.
I want to be on a mountaintop,
with a radio and good batteries
6 comments:
Speak for yourself, I left quite plump and with millions of Indian followers--much like the young, bearded Indian featured in your imaginary post of yesteryear.
Indians are not all buddhist you bigot
or plump
Do you mean to say that there is a difference between Buddhism and Hinduism? That's like saying there's a difference between the elephants and donkeys south of the border.
Bet you'd like some big donkey cack right now.
Well Ferdowsi is everybody's favourite Iranian cacksucker.
hey guys ...you're going to make me fascist here
now there's one thing i hate more than character assassins... and you guys know what that is... (hint: they tend to conspire a lot)
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