by Tomorrow's Man
April 03, 2003
ACROPOLIS NOW!
Look at the vale of my belly, smell Pan rutting in my pits, hear this Lokian laughter rumble out of my lungs, the drums build, the faeries dance and fuck and the pipes blow blow blow
and the
time
has come
to
CROSS THIS LAND
in this body, with this energy, this Son of Pan.
Can I get a hallelujah?