'72 El CaminoMore Like This
"It's amazing, the things they do. Gosh, do I ever love them all," Jesus mused, sipping English Breakfast.
"But Jack, they kill each other willy-nilly while misquoting every word you ever said," pointed out the Buddha.
"I know, aren't they cute?"
Buddha settled down on the floor, saying, "I can't argue with you."
I tapped my tea cup against the hood of the '72 El Camino that served as our tea table, and 'Jack' Jesus Christ and the one and only Buddha turned to look at me. That is to say Ed, professional fiddle player and part time mime. I cleared my throat.
"I'm afraid I don't know how I got here. Can you tell me how to get out?" As I said this, I mimed the old stuck-in-a-box act.
Jesus looked a little surprised, then laughed out loud, a deep and sickening guffaw that made his elaborate red turban quiver. The Buddhe seemed already to be lost in meditation. Jack Christ waved his hands at the ro
The Love of DeathThoughts of perfection streams across my mindMore Like This
I heed the greed that fills this need watching from behind
To die is to live but to die again you said with a grin
Then you unleashed the demons from within
It always snows here improaching my path
I said I love you I'd help you but all I know is your wrath
How can I love, Hate someone that only lives to cut and bleed
My heart now cries infinitely
You said however that youll be with me forever
Whenever I see you, your deteriating
Whenever I hold you I think of you fadeing
Why do I love liveing when all I do is waiting
I see in her as I see in me, Death approaches so I say se-la-vee
My mind is mycell and you are my key
Now my days are dark and though my perception may ark
I cannot mistake day for night although lately my nights
have been bright this doesnt feel right, my plight doesnt fit right
For you are my Greed, My Lore, My Life
I live, I love, I die, time'll end I wonder why
I was here with you livein since birth and yet all you can say