On Cherry Blossoms and Orange lit afternoons.

Flowers bloom in the spring time. And so the Elephant Rider is occasionally struck by his "can do" attitude. Creating existance for a new catalyst amongst fiery universe. Only to realize the reciprocating nature of gravity. For no path in existance is perfect. Things always nudge left... BUT WHY?! Bumble Bee's fly and I can't prove that.

Knowledge is power, but power has its price. What would achilles do if even his heels were as flawless as he?! How would he get his syphillis shot? Or meningitis? Or tuberculosis?

Never forget the mighty hero who must walk his straight path (with its leftward influence) while carrying a sack of autumn leaves. Leaves to be unharmed by the will of Apollo! Fighting the urge of the leprechaun hypnotist, yet unsubliminally urging the hero to clap his hands together. As he must fight his own childhood conditioning to clap to the chilren of the monkey amidst the sung performance of the glowing forest women.