Clouds of evil cookie monsters chase the marauding cocktail shrimp fish through a cespool of misery and loathing. The cranberry flavoured tree sap trickles into a river of eternal forgiveness. A flying saucer, a sign of hope and lust, soars though the sky, an elephant tumbles to it’s death in the jungles of India. A high killer moon has covered the darkness of my life and changed the day into night, and so I seek the answer to my questions. So I’ll throw myself away, it’s under my skin so don’t forget. “I want something good to die for, to make it beautiful to live.” The many whims that the soul carries burden it until the end, but to live on with a name is honour, and is what we deserve. All my dreams and aspirations stretched out on a breath through the cold winter air, shards of blue light slice the silence, a culmination of fear and longing, a distant sound crackling beneath me and for once there are no worries.

(Quote is from “Go With The Flow” by Queens Of The Stone Age)

And so, the blood of all converge, into a mighty ocean flow, so say the druid, versed in earthen tongue.

Spill the blood of the fortunate one, 

to crush the seed of hope,

steeped in fear to cling upon,

kick the wood and feel the rope.

The seasons fears are cast,

blank faces stare at me,

back flag flies half-mast,

burn the meat, make it rare,

the prophet speaks of doom,

of fire, dust and wind,

good luck you’ll try to swoon,

too bad you went and sinned.

Such sadness I have in my heart,

for your last breath you took whilst I slept,

chords of tears to you I strummed,

and into me your spirit crept.

Sometimes the sadness I feel overcomes my will to be happy,

I swim in thought until I have no thought at all,

my life so placid I see,

reveals what I desire to be.

Withered hope and tangled dreams for which I sigh,

through a dreary world I drift my eye,

my haze is clearing,

my path is forming,

and into new depths I lie.

Cover of Ooh Boy by Sleepy Sun