cocoon

Our physical self is little more than a cocoon, a bag of constantly evolving skin, blood and bone (and the odd squillion centimetre of nerve ending) - an outward 'us' which serves merely as a tangible vehicle by which our thoughts and feelings manifest themselves (sometimes in the form of an involuntary quiver brought on by the experiences of love, other times in the guise of a fist on a chin).

This tiny allotment of rock and gas takes up a percentage of the whole universe that is numerically impossible to display or accurately suggest and yet we are consumed with living our daily lives as dictated by the quantative measures of others, which themselves are juxtaposed with...

...oh BALLS who am I kidding...It's just three lads larking about in sleeping bags, for no reason whatsoever. Cheers for a top night DM - the Tika was amazing.

(oh and I'm the amazinglyorangeyfloweryone).