“What’s it going to be then, eh?”
What are you spinning your warbles to these days droogies? Johnny Zhivago? Heaven Seventeen? Well come with UNCLE! … Come and hear all PROPER!
My droog Denny lent me Watarirouka Hashiritai final concert DVD. Oh, my brothers, it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. I viddied that American thinking is for the gloopy ones and that the oomny ones use like inspiration and what Bog sends. For now it was lovely Watarirouka Hashiritai music that came to my aid. Oh, it was wonder of wonders.
Haruka Nagagawa crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the sounds of Ayaka Kikuchi, Aika Oota and Mika Komori trumpeed three-wise silverflamed, and there by the door Kazumi Urano rolling through my guts and out again crunched like candy thunder.
Glazzies on Haruka only here: Viddy well brother … VIDDY WELL!
Mika Komori bored deep, like worms of like platinum, into the thick thick toffee gold and silver. I was in such bliss, my brothers.And then, a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now, came the Mayu Wananabe solo above all the other watarirouka strings, and those strings were like a cage of silk round my bed.
Then, brothers, it came. Oh, bliss, bliss and heaven. Like a GREAT BIRD – the solo by Iwasa Misaki.
I lay all nagoy to the ceiling, my gulliver on my rookers on the pillow, glazzies closed, rot open in bliss, slooshying the sluice of lovely sounds. Oh, it made me dream such pretty pictures, my brothers.
IT’S A SIN! The Watarirouka Hashiritai 7 to be disbanded? IT’S A SIN!!!!!!
But where I itty now, O my brothers, is all on my oddy knocky, where you cannot go. Tomorrow is all like sweet flowers and the turning vonny earth and the stars and the old Luna up there. … and all that cal.
Something organic that Bog tugs away free will? Real horrorshow.
Cured? I was cured alright.