Blue Lions
<< 12:28 a.m. - Saturday, Oct. 25, 2003 >>
Long oak table and I am at the head feeling faint. I tell my two guests this, and slump over in my seat. I then watch my body fall out of the chair and my friends try and make me regain conciousness. But I will not. I�m floating backwards at such a speed, everything tinged with blue. Bass from the room of my shell echo in my ears as I pass a pool of blue lions. And then wake up.

Clarity. Insight. Find me.

It�s all joke, and I can�t help laughing. Can you forgive me? We WILL talk soon.