another dream, on the eve of epiphany, the birth of aeon, the baptism of christ.

the gods manifest at these auspicious times, but still, i just can't get it right.

of course it happens the first night i am left alone. what i have been fearful of for so long.

i have determined that it occurs on every equinox. there will be at least four more by my count, and then... god only knows.

you, you know god better than anyone. how about you tell me?

i'm looking for the george martin instrumental version of 'hard day's night' that exists only on the american release of the album. only finding the UK version in torrents - does anybody own this?

Listen, they; to us
and this—
Their words are like a cunning nymph
who deftly twists the aethyr ‘twixt
the dull discourse
imparted by our lips.

Though; the meaning still exists…
caught, immobilized, transfixed:
somewhere in the space between
your eyes
your hands
your hips.

that's all i have to say about that.