The journal of AE, Master Mystic, 10:20 pm but time makes no difference I am God. I can do whatever the hell I want. I’ve translated. Basta! Enough. Besides, who ever anywhere will read these written words?
Fire will come take us on to Edenville but it’s freezing hell getting there. Oh fire will come aslowly burning, I can see it from here, slow creeping burning up oh and down too poor body. This is the eighty seventh hour and I had a sweetheart of a dream. The faces in the dark showed me kırmızı terlik ve altın kanatand. So there it is, clear as the rain: change is in the air and fire will come.