The first time I bore witness to Professor Hamon's socks, I was enraptured in a cosmic bliss that is usually felt only by Catholic saints in the heights of religious ecstasy. A passionate throbbing whirl of sensation and emotion enfolded me and pulled me down into the depths of artistic imagination, a mad, erotic dance of life and bliss unfathomable to most minds. In this world of solid matter and cold, hard facts; a spiritual experience akin to the perception of Keith Hamon's inspired and mystical stockings is sheer proof that there truly IS a God. And what a God He must be to have created such works of art. A simple and unassuming pattern of black with longitudinal stripes; Hamon's socks speak of the profound mysteries of time just by their lowly existence, being worn upon our professor's feet.
While it is true that Professor Hamon has humorously inferred to his socks on previous occasions, I had no idea as to how magnificent they could truly be until I saw them for myself. The black wool woven with purpose and authority, speaking loudly about the importance of style and the heights of celestial beauty contained within such simple and unassuming stripes.
I am much more illumined for having gazed upon Hamon's socks and if you were to have seen them, I am certain that you would feel the same way. They truly are a miraculous vision.
Blessed Be
Christopher
Funny post, thanks for mixing it up a bit.
ReplyDeleteVery funny post. I sit closer to the back so I have never had the chance to witness Professor Hamon's socks, so thank you for this post!
ReplyDeleteI'm impressed. I had no idea my socks were that interesting. I shall consider them more closely.
ReplyDeleteyou pay attention to his socks? you are too much(in a good way)
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