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Obits: The piano plays for us

Started by Sepia, June 12, 2009, 03:34:52 AM

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The piano plays for us, a drunken man sitting next to it singing the piano has been drinking as the elderly man plays beethoven. Everything turns into a cliche from when the doors were hip and we see spacetime bend, watching aldous huxley write this new manifesto. Heaven and hell, nothing less. Tom O' Bedlam, the worlds greatest magician went mad as he opened the doors to both heaven and hell but that's a different universe albeit so much the same for there's a piano there too and there's coke on it and songs of love are being sung.

The violin enters, peacefully, supporting, creating, the good nurse making us remember why it's important with decent people wanting to do it right not real but after our stay there they said I was hallucinating most of the time and hey

that's okay

for the doors to heaven and the doors to hell are all open, judgment day is coming, the end is nigh and soon you'll be able to buy small packages of human salt in your closest gourmet shop for every apocalypse that ever was will also be repeated once and they're shooting this movie up on the moon and it's about this elite squad of space marines and they're watching apocalypses in other dimensions, steering our world clear, keeping us from bodily harm

A man sits by the organ in spain with shostakovich in his lap and we can hear the bell toll
Everyone will always be too late