willam+blake

I travel across the desert scar finding a creture quite afar defiying the wishs of my culture to see the all changeing vulture

It looked down at me its eyes growing thinner as it licked its lips incase of dinner i chose my words as carfully as possible as my defiencies grew very gossiple

i asked the vulture "change the pharoe who is very fat" but the vulture just grunted and spat "you deal with that i must go for it is noon" but i defied "no i shall not go intil a boon"

the vulture raised its wing wind came on with a ping it blew me for awhile right into the nile

i downed in it like a giant pit of course i became a god or else the pheroe would be a cod

personal journals of horus