Dream with the feathers of angels stuffed beneath your head...

all of my friends keep dieing... so i figured i'd post some poetry from my first poetic idol... i hope you enjoy . . . . .

"I am the Lizard King - I can do anything - I can make the Earth stop in its tracks - I made the blue cars go away - For seven years I dwelt in the loose palace of exile - Playing strange games with the girls of the island - Now I have come again - To the land of the fair, and the strong, and the wise - Brothers and Sisters of the pale forest - O Children of Night - Who among you will run with the hunt?                

                                      -cries of assent-

Now Night arrives with her purple legion - Retire now to your tents and to your dreams - Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth - I want to be ready.

Music

Fade

end"

[From "Celebration of the Lizard" by Jim Morrison]