10/10/06 12:00 am

It hasnt been high, but dry. The almonds aint growing. The birds aint settling there no more. The street of Havil stink of piss and flats are broken into by the Yobs. The weather's been warm and the foxes are roaming the back alleys even in broad daylights. Going out on the light trails are getting risky but this makes the journey trilling. Its hard to look at the big picture with our hearts closed. My mind had been caught in a labyrinth for days I lost count of. Its not what you're thinking, go find a place and fly with the wind. Perhaps my mind was stolen by the fallen angels, perhaps I'm too stubborn to die. I couldnt care less what's for dinner, neither for the thoughts in your head. The three weird sisters had went to Netherlands and wouldnt be back anytime soon. And I too shall embark on the journey to Yoma for my castle in the air is falling fast. What's the cure for the bad blood in me when bleeding me dry wouldnt even stain the wonderwall. So shut your mouth, close your eyes and let Loretta do the rest .....