these are the days when we look up to the heavens and we see man on wings. We look inot the castle and we see a man with no mind. We look to Persian and we see a gutless horsefailure. We look to our Jester and he is in charge of the kingdom by some odd twist of fate. Trust me frineds, these are times for us to look deep into our souls, and scream inpatiently " How much longer must I bathe inthe cold light of the flourescent rays!? When will I know the true red blood in my mouth, the sweet taste of meat, the heavy hand of fortitude?!!"
As I walk along the torn down buildings' facade, thousands of turtles dig furiously, searching for morels of anything sweet. all I can offer them is a pale stare and a sigh that creeps from the very depths of me heart, and spill sout like brilliant silverfish covering my chest in disease.
― Mike Hanle y (mike), Saturday, 2 August 2003 23:25 (twenty-two years ago)