Following are the excerpts from The Book of Verity acquired by your narrator:
A red brick road finds a hurdle in the bend of a corner. The Talking Monkeys condemned the brick road to pass. The road said, "I connect you with the mighty brain of Materialism. I'm the link to your convenience. Onto me great wisdom will ride to your shores and teach you the art to make silver spoons and shrewd masks among other essential tricks and trades. You shall also be besotted by a compelling urge to kill your integrity and put forth deviousness of highest order invoked by the horns that ancient self-centered man blows from his unconscious mind. On top of that, it shall also bring prosperity too! I've been personally promised by Materialism itself. Convenience! Yes convenience and gleams of materialism will blind you, me and everyone else who will be under my master's tutelage beyond comprehension and doubt. Hence, I humbly extend this invitation to drown with us, in the unimaginable pit of glitterati and false confetti of bodily desires. For who doesn't crave convenience?"
"The path ye build is a miserable collusion of all the wretched, polluted, vulgar, inebriated, hollow, degenerated, infected, desolated, profaned and decayed methods to lead an everyday spirited life! Yet I offer my personal skills and knowledge of the area and various other tangible services to you, for it is the ease of life that shines my dull eyes. Let the benign hero pass, my brethren! For thence our life shall move like knife over butter." pleaded The Wise One, the leader of the pack of Talking Monkeys as he fiddled with the tonnage offered to them by the agent of Materialism. It included items that were never seen before by The Talking Monkeys-
A red brick road finds a hurdle in the bend of a corner. The Talking Monkeys condemned the brick road to pass. The road said, "I connect you with the mighty brain of Materialism. I'm the link to your convenience. Onto me great wisdom will ride to your shores and teach you the art to make silver spoons and shrewd masks among other essential tricks and trades. You shall also be besotted by a compelling urge to kill your integrity and put forth deviousness of highest order invoked by the horns that ancient self-centered man blows from his unconscious mind. On top of that, it shall also bring prosperity too! I've been personally promised by Materialism itself. Convenience! Yes convenience and gleams of materialism will blind you, me and everyone else who will be under my master's tutelage beyond comprehension and doubt. Hence, I humbly extend this invitation to drown with us, in the unimaginable pit of glitterati and false confetti of bodily desires. For who doesn't crave convenience?"
"The path ye build is a miserable collusion of all the wretched, polluted, vulgar, inebriated, hollow, degenerated, infected, desolated, profaned and decayed methods to lead an everyday spirited life! Yet I offer my personal skills and knowledge of the area and various other tangible services to you, for it is the ease of life that shines my dull eyes. Let the benign hero pass, my brethren! For thence our life shall move like knife over butter." pleaded The Wise One, the leader of the pack of Talking Monkeys as he fiddled with the tonnage offered to them by the agent of Materialism. It included items that were never seen before by The Talking Monkeys-
There were spices, firestarters, faces, power, electricity, automatic-guns, motor, butter & buns, medicines, king sized bed, cotton and thread, knives, bricks, cheap thrills, television, sins, long elastics and Neo-Mother Plastic.
"All this is yours! It's the compensation for exploiting your portion of our Old Mother", red brick road murmured under his breath.
But no one paid attention to that sort of blasphemy. Why would they?
"All this is yours! It's the compensation for exploiting your portion of our Old Mother", red brick road murmured under his breath.
But no one paid attention to that sort of blasphemy. Why would they?
"Pass, our hero, in the name of convenience! " chanted The Talking Monkeys in unison and let the brick road be. And the rest, as they say, is history, written in golden leaves.
3 comments:
"The path ye build is a miserable collusion of all the wretched, polluted, vulgar, inebriated, hollow, degenerated, infected, desolated, profaned and decayed methods to lead an everyday spirited life"
Impeccable.
And why didn't I read the "On your mind" section?! :O
Mogwai up on my blog too :)
Thank you shruti! I read that post. Mogwai is one of the few who remains an all time favorite for me :D
Which was your first song of mogwai?
Pardon my procastination and i know i'm fairly late in replying, but i hope to get a reply someday :)
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