“Thee road ov excess leads to thee palace ov wisdom” –William Blake

Cloud mythology

E was stoned, but man it was so beautiful, so mind bogglingly amazing, it’s in thee clouds, constant changing three dimensional pictures, people, animals, objects E kept seeing dogs, several ov them, one after thee other, silent barking and jumping, moving ov their own accord, smiling, happy, nice pictures. E saw a druid at an altar, a wand in hand he knelt and cast his spell, E saw a tortoise edging along, his neck coming and stretching out ov his shell and E saw a serf, a peasant boy clean cut, holier than thou, blonde holding a pitchfork or stave in his left hand, facing me, in front ov him a dead naked body, prostrate across thee top ov a spotty patterned mushroom, which lay on top ov another giant mushroom, now this is getting classical, mythological fantastic, E see thee stories ov thee gods, alongside E see thee characters from thee stories ov children, all and one lye within thee clouds, thee clouds within, E must try this on LSD, it could have spiritual and personal meaning, yeah fortune telling by thee power ov nature itself, thee oracle ov thee clouds, thee cloud oracle. Maybe clouds are gods ov sorts, E mean they constantly sweep their shadow over thee earth, working out peoples vibes and trying to tell them their futures, but people hardly ever look at clouds to see their dreams, instead they wish upon stars, and when thee clouds rain they are trying to cleanse thee world ov it’s sins, trying to purify, while at thee same time quenching our lands thirst, maybe thee rain is thee tears ov thee cloud, crying over thee spoiling ov thee earth, and thee thunder and lightning is their anger trying to pump energy into thee land to heal it’s never ending wounds, wow thee American Indians were into clouds maybe E should read up on this conception, cloud power, power clouds, and every cloud has a silver lining, oh no too much! (20/06/90)