july 19, 2004

Throwing axes at the sky, but they always come back down and I keep on catching them with a frown.

There's going to be a day when those axes fly up like sparrows and soar away.

And a hare krishna just approached me. I gave him two nickels and two dimes and he gave me THE SCIENCE OF SELF-REALIZATION.

All it takes is thirty cents to have my life make sense?

It's that easy, according to Bhakti...does that mean prayer? I'm sick of my hair. Growing long,strong strands so Bhakti can climb up and we'll throw axes at the ground together while there's still sunny weather and turn those axes into raindrops, big plops all the way down,I watch the ground and you see my smile turn into a frown.