Diary of a Dead Nazi

more than anything, more than life.

2001-08-16 - 12:08 p.m.

A very short poem, written ages ago:

We walk upon this narrow path,
Walled by trees opressive;
Perhaps I'd lead you in those trees
Were I more agressive.

I'm going to go downstairs now, take a shower, and sing along with 'Dumbo'.

I think I seen 'bout ev-e-ry-thing...