Calyps*

Status: Calamitosus est animus futuri anxius
Joined: April 13, 2015
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Location: Johannesburg

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That Night Music is the key to life, the system just couldn't help but put a lock on her. During clear skies and sizzling rays, Mother nature weep'd her sorrows and paved out a slippery foundation on all suits and ties. Causing for a sombre, yet cooling atmosphere full of infinite possibilities. She left mapping tracks; all over the windows and the bound railings, to a dodge place full of perpetually sound souls, in the comfort of her grace, the Irish cariño. Natures true image came of surface when we all grazed the trees of wisdom and sipped from the forbidden fruit, so much so, that our strange hearts blossomed fervently with immense proportion to the eccentric trepidation hitherto. The feeling brought by all the semantic melodies, oozing through her mic and the stinging cords, had us travel just in time, for a KISS concert. We were all kinetically famished. To question greatness is to disturb the harmonious balance of nature, an act forbidden by the art patron. So we sat, fidgety and troubled by our own insecurities, as they tempted with mans creative gadgets only to be told that "its just a sound check". From the first note she sang, the B in bewail was slowly swept away, living a space for the Siren's risqué wail. A wail so sensational, the pirate would heed every single note. The lady was not alone, she was of a company of chivalrous commodores, with their arresting swords of cadence and groove. They stroked the concrete that lay beyond the graves of my chest like the cleave of a Shamir. This was only the prelude, a prelude to the wondrous celebrations of our culture, the culture in the tradition of Art That night, we loved how to live, to live like the cadence in symphony. A Boundless quality *Written By Sam_Boundlesscity