So you say Mahaprabhu is a superstar? Ah yes right you are
And his followers all shine on as if moons among stars reflecting the light from he as the sun.
Mahaprabhu crowned by a turban while Gandharvika and Giridhari are topped with jari.
Full on carnation leis but the communists aren't in the way. Bhakta Blade said he had crowned Giridhari but just as he began to step back he saw that the crown was falling into his hands. “I can't be humble about that,” his usual boast.
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa must have been holding off the rain today. I passed with folded palms hoping for a clear day and that's what I got. The main road to King Midas' former throne but now there is an only fragment to take his place. Toffee nose, ha! Saint Dagwood pedals with me to the tennis park and up to the theater where we part and I head back for the madyakalia arati. Back again in the afternoon to the wharf road and then a tributary of the big road. Around the good old soccer pitch and the opal cliff. Coming to the point of the hook I go past the public radio and the gecko is waiting on me to safely guide me through the triangle where there are evil spirits today. Just by following him they flee out of fear. Then the harbor and between the lakes where bobbies are pedaling in pairs and the fragments keep watch all along the east cliff cause the toffee nose is always ready with his green underline to blow his silly whistle. The big road leads on to the wharf road and return to the vaikalika service after thanking the tree for all his efforts in holding the rain at bay.
O deer dough, have you seen Krsna? Well this evening is the total eclipse of the moon. For fear of the underworld spies that might be lurking about everyone stays inside and chants and dances the night away.