||[Mar. 31st, 2004|07:30 pm]
|||||crown me king feat. postal service- a drink in this place.||]|
fierce & sharp, that jagged thought of past & home. & man, that shit sticks with you. i've got pockets filled with scribbled-on scrap paper. most of it lately talks about sthenno & euryale. they are all kinds of comfort, those two. miss me like they miss their sister, thats all i ask. & if you get the chance, i'd drop them a line relating to the titanomachia. learn a lesson from the death of chronus, girls- old gods can die. i'd insist they must die. slay the hydra, sow its teeth into the ground & raise armies. & then raze armies. hear that clarion call to war, ladies.