Yours is an optical mind of the optimal kind; and mine turns melodic and harmonic tides, words that rhyme forming moments in sonic time. With the help of the sounds running through the underground, vibrations paint auditory landscapes. All of it could make, break, or elevate our frame of mind, forming an optimal optical kind. So, moving picture shows are made for cinemaphiles like you, and vivid soundtracks are made for audiophiles like me.
Care for a spot of green tea with honey and ginseng ? Rich in antioxidants, creating a subtle sense of confident confidants. These words are my bond on either side of the pond. Bloody Hell, can't you tell this scene is a sacred secret dreaming ? And now here are the screaming bastions of passions. No matter how we tell them the truth of the matter, it shatters their walls forming the infinite halls the size of a high multiple of pi. Never ending ascending stairs rise toward a sky that abides being eternally next to be. Walk with me...
With riddles I excel far better than well enough. Too tough, rough, the stuff that cinema and audio addicts wrestle with as we drift, for you and I'll be gone in the global miles. Now if you excuse me while I attend Mass, genuflecting with class in a cemetery so very vast. As massive as this universe, you and I always defying defining the glorious ascension as a mention of pi's pine staircase, where the pieces of the infinite space-time fall into place. These our infinite hours, we're only beginning the surface scratching as ideas are hatching entwining and matching the best of intentions in our casual causal relationship of creation. For this all is our nature, without hesitation as you bend the lights slow; I'll bend the pitches home; and now the show begins to grow and flow. As the orchestra swells, as they raise the curtain... Here we go.