2005-05-16 -- 12:58 a.m. This torrent comes up on this world, In swirls, in pearls, it beats up against my world. It reflects my memories, My most intimate fantasies. Unable to defended, will I grow extinct, Will I see this throw, in the lines I am inked. And what does water do? It fills it cleans, it is so fucking blue. It showers everything in blue. So much so that even I cannot withstand, I cannot undo. Incased within this watery tomb, I feel my memories rush back to me Only to find you.