what time is it? no...i mean in china....but if the curbed turtle shall ride to the end of night until morning breaks it with its painful rays of beautiful curling death...bending ever so slightly the relapse of time to repeat not only the past but the future...come now with me to the end of the path where the doors dont squeek and there is no time to worry...for without the evil, there is no good...you must know the man that has all the answers, i can see it in the way you walk...but shot down and ended you shall be...the strong dont survive forever...but who knows?..we only live to die.