If You Talk Too Much My Head Will Explode (or How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love The MOG)
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For some reason I have not been Mogging , as my critics say ... so I Reckon I will Reconcile . MOG is in session , listen up.I , am as I said before... to blame . I didnt think! I didnt look, and I surely was not listening. And like my third grade teacher said , "Cameron - you have so much potential, but you are Falling By the Wayside." And in my most melancholic meandering speech ...I trailed ...off .....and muttered to myself, "tickle your ass with a feather?'" The unconcerned turned concerned Prof looked decerningly at my fallen brow and said ,"excuse moi?"I repilied ,"oh teacher of the third degree , particular nice weather? Was my reply oh Instructor beloved of mine."But I am all ears , no cauliflowering ; as of yet. I see it now. How could I be so Blind? said the man with no eyes.....People In Planes.Cardiff, Wales. The place they call home. As they say," People In Planes are not here or there , like these small tin cans in the air."The obvious knee-jerk reaction , is a RadioMuse nod-snap-wake up....Its not.The etheral Landscaping and air Apparent hold smokey ambiance and bold Geometric structures in their craftmanship. And like a Church of Universal Faith , add a bit of all the spices from the rack : and a bit of Chef himself!Oh , well I will not Lament further more , I will let the music do the walking instead of my fingers doing the talking. But I will say that the Moth on the wall , and Barracuda will leave a certain Greek town in Blistering Heat. As well the Wayside will path you along to Moody Dark Corners and a Penny for the well in which I find myself staring into ....listening to the brass horns echo off its mossy throat.......but enough of my big mouth.....ill leave you with the Mog Machine and my Funny Colour. Narcolepsy never sounded so damn sexy...... http://www.peopleinplanes.com/
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