Chronicle of Spiral Arm Galaxy Three-Piece Orbit
🌌 The Chronicle of Spiral Arm Galaxy's Three-Piece Orbit
by The Nonsense Chronicler Pink Flamingo
Location: The Castle, Aldgate East
Cast of Cosmic Characters :
- Phil Jones — bass navigator, plucking gravity into groove
- Adrian Taylor — vocals & electric guitar, transmitting solar flares through his pedal board
- Jason Lawrence — cahon pilot, percussionist in orbit around the Castle Pub, Aldgate East
The Introduction
From the comet’s tail streaks the Guitar, bending light into auroras of harmony.
And the vocals narrating myths only galaxies understand.
Together they are not three, not four, but a paradoxical Trio of Infinity.
The Spiral Arm Galaxy, summoned tonight by nonsense, feather, and flame.
🚀 The Orbital Set
They did not play so much as spiral.
Basslines throbbed like distant pulsars,
guitar riffs shimmered like auroras,
and the cahon pulsed like Aldgate’s hidden heartbeat.
Then came the miracle:
the Castle Pub itself was lifted into space.
Barstools drifted like satellites,
pints orbited in zero gravity,
and crocodiles appeared —
not swimming, not drifting, but snapping riffs out of the air.
Each solo became prey,
each bassline a wriggling catch,
each percussive strike a feast for their cosmic jaws.
Luckily, no one looked out the windows,
for the stars were too close,
and the crocodiles were too busy devouring sound itself.
🌈 Reception in Psychedelic Frequencies
The crowd responded not with applause,
but with auras —
a kaleidoscope of cheers,
a prism of appreciation,
a spectrum of nonsense that only Pink Flamingo could chronicle.
Even the crocodiles joined in,
their teeth flashing like strobe lights,
their tails conducting galaxies,
their bellies full of riffs.
🌀 Epilogue
When the last chord dissolved,
the pub remained in orbit,
three satellites circling its roof,
while crocodiles drifted lazily through the void,
forever catching riffs,
forever broadcasting their nonsense gospel
to anyone tuned to the right frequency.
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