The Book of Ashes
Legend in his own mind, creator of all you see here, he walks this Earth on the path of the becoming.
On Wednesday, 29, May 2002 Ashes wrote...
Hanging out with Lee 2:13AM
Yesterday I hung out with Lee. He awoke me from my peaceful slumber with a cheesy rhyme so I arose and prepared myself for the day. We didn't do much of interest so I won't write much here, just that I beat him twice at chess, had lunch at his place then did some errands round town. That was pretty much my day. That night Dan & I watched Hanibal. Lee came round as well. We also tidied up a little of our Perihelion propoganda. Life was good.
""A flower thats broken and torn by a gust, floats to the ground as all flowers must. Sparkling and pink and fresh as the day it lands on a river thats flowing away. The flow is so gentle it pulls it along. The wind whips up patterns as it sings its sad song. Memories of beauty and perfection in flower, fade like the colours of my deepest hour.""