2001-05-14 - 10:21 p.m.
seventy five elephants are rummaging through the locked drawers of my past
and i can't seem to find out where the wigs end and where the eyeglasses
begin to see the light for it has been dark for so long within these caves of greece that are bound and
locked to the radiating light of pure conciousness that emits from the golden shores of johsua who fit the battle and yet can't fit the mold and who sold his soul to the devil just yesterday i know i was there and felt his stinging tears run down the easetrough like black wings
