member of the sick days fan club, its suffice to say that i found no picture for today, you angel with crippled wing that brought the wind inside my head, erasing all the paths that i had known just before the lights went off. I cannot seem to see the fire thats burning right before my eyes, I may have mistaken the penguin for a fly. you nameless and flightless bird i cannot give you record in my calendar of life, since the image's missing from before my eyes. a river glows and as the golden dragon falls from grace, just like a magic territory missing from its rightful place.