|i know its true.
||[Sep. 24th, 2004|01:21 pm]
|||||crown me king- the hektonhire||]|
gunfighters on siesta think upon nature, red in tooth & claw. they prop up their legs & think poetic things about the betrayal of julius ceasar, wrapping the whole scenario up in gauze like king tutenkamen. sometimes, like know, they think about the alchemy of planets, those wandering stars. testudo, the tortise, called by the giants otos. cancer, the crab, called by the giants ephialtes. in other words, the aloadai, the green & the red. then there are the three called by the giants briareos, gyes, kottos; who are called by men the dogstars: vulpes, canis, lupes. there are three other planets, unseen by the naked eye & un-named by man, of which ymir is the coldest (but the last of all worlds is talos).