Updizzle and poetrizzle

Bookasha! Salutations fellow blogreaders, today is Thursday - and I'm just swell. Right now Song 2 from Blur is blaring outta of these cosmic speakers of mine and I thought that I'd update my daft dailies. This week has had it's ups and downs and all arounds - Up's: missing calculus, twice! Drama field trip to Second City (with the barq's guy), and... uhhh... that's about it for that. Downers: missing calculus - resulting in absolute confusion whilst working away at hmk, brain implosion due to french "lecture supplémentaire", and having a crappy lunch - ughh, lukewarm roastbeef on stale kaiser. All arounds: right now.

Sometimes, when I am super stressed I like to put on some Floyd and let go. . . .

and write these!:

Matter-Factory Of Rando-Insanitium
Fabricated by James Harris

Concocted in a stringy mettalic nest in the nectar of my mind,
forbidden kaleidoscopic massacres set to blend - power high,
unfathomly awakened in this tinny tonic emanates uncontrolled thought,
meditiation is the abbreviation to futile persuasion - swingy invasion -
of frozen bulbs of this and that and everything between: ob-scenery,
brewed to a simmering sensaton of vast cloudy dreamlaxation,
operational hazardous borderline sunnyfried pine:
random cerebral waste: a temporary obsession,
fortified between the universal solid spikes of iron,
are happy go unlucky shimmer shadows. Carbon flows.

Hazed:

remove the date and time
sip on the iridescent glacier edge
cavernous thoughts blur the angelic modules floating on your eye,
frozen bubbled heat in spherical databases,
calipsoed across the sand of reversity,
nightime gradient above copper dunes,
lime catacombs in green firefly nest,
followed by the low buzzing hum of the hexagonal traffic lines,
corrugated emblems of the thriving dull,
glorified through viscous citrus carbonation
inhaled throughout the quantum journey is matter,
wading in the cyan bars of sandwater,
damp pavement is your blanket of chill,
calamity grows within the ruby trails of the grassland flames,
embark. explore. edge.

Aardvarkia

Stalks of violet plantation encumbers the forest floor,
spiral staircases of leaves and branches,
nestled oblong cyan fruits glistening with sap,
small chirplings nibble their way through seed,
and below the roots lay the oceanic levels,
with whaleslugfish frenzied fluttering flotation,
and above the skies - the nests of the giant serpents,
spherical isles of rocky outcrops peak upon the stars,
as the shade comforts iridescent pools of maroon waters,
until moonlight shines upon the trunks that they do glow,
blurry moth like bulbs sprout from the mulch,
and illuminate the amplitheatre of tangled trees.
and the great skylark hovers above - gliding on cloudy waves,
foreign darkness grows upon the horizon
flower petal-light extinguishes.

Yeha - gotta love trippy poetry.

Well, that's all for now - I shall watch Musa The Warrior tonight and right now I must retire to join my family for dessert.

adios!

"respect. unity. commitment. love. peace. reespuniticommmitmelove.. peace! I jus made dat up" - Ali G