John Mulaney Quotes, But Its Cecil Palmer

John Mulaney quotes, but it’s Cecil Palmer

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Oceans

He stood on the shoreline of a distant ocean, the cold body lapping in pirouettes around his legs. The ocean before him was a boundless expanse of tyrannical waves and their allied storms, this ancient empire placing its borders on the mist veiled horizon. He surveyed the land before him, to which he was an alien, from the reeds that hummed with the breath of the wind, to the waves aglow in bleached yellow spray and hazy gradients of orange, tinged by a distant sun all in contrast with the sky, dawning the veil of night over a soon dying day. While these quintessential elements, the sky and the ocean, brought him comfort in their continuity, an uneasy feeling set in. He understood that he was a trespasser on this virgin landscape.

He felt the growing tempo of the waves rushing in excitement, the pallid nature giving way on its coastlines. He freed himself from the sand that had begun to set around his travel torn feet and began walking forward along the beach.The wind drew up the fragments of long ago eroded rock, they ran like knives along his calves. He cringed at the sting. The pain of every fibre gnashing at his legs grew excruciating, he was forced closer to the swells of an agitated ocean.

The sky in its delirium, grew careless in its fading state, Exposing the depths of amber and meandering hues of magenta and etchings of coal blue. Rushes of light flung themselves on the stage of that celestial body, in swirls and violent protrusion of their great golden arms, they performed in the arches and golden murals of a dying day.

The advances of the waves grew stronger with every restful retreat into the depths of the vanishing shoreline. He saw the waves writhing in chaotic licks of water, cavernous blues mingled with golden light at their crests. The waves reached for the sky, so drawn by its splendour.

 Each battalion of water trying at his balance, no longer was it pooling passively around his legs but scampering up his flanks with growing confidence. He faltered, his legs trying to escape the thrashing, an instinctual urge to retreat to the shore confused his motion. A reluctance set in, remembering the glass like shards of sand slicing into him. He looked back upon the beach, the sand had swarmed like hornets in plumes of fury, preventing even eyesight from reaching beyond its guard.

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Out beyond the tidal waves he saw an island. Mountainous upheavals of land masked by tall standing armadas of trees, bearing fruits in the deepest tones of crimson, nourished by pools of water that sparkled like diamond. The vision flickered and faded, the apparition evaporating and a moment of hazy realisation before he was placed back in the water, his eyes lifted, they met the horizon. He trudges forward still entranced by the island, so impossibly perfect and serene, a place where the world was quiet.

The ocean mounted skyward, pitching torrents higher and higher, arms outstretched it longed to be one with the heavens in its fiery beauty, forbidden love.  Bound by gravity the monolithic waves crashed back to the ocean, sending tremors to the shores and shallow waters.