Gospel of Timotheus

Recovered from the ruin of a celtic blight.

Revealed through aeons and aeons after staring into smoke on the water and fire in the sky.
"I am the walrus, you are the walrus, we are the walrus." The ancient one laughed at us, but spoke to us through his eyes which wandered across the landscape. Run through the jungle, he said. Run through the jungle every day ina gadda da vidda. Don't you know that I'll always be true blue, cubby blue, black and blue monsters of radar love.

I think this sheds new light on the relationship of Stonehenge to funnelcakes. Maybe someday National Geographic will spend a million dollars to translate and calibrate the meaning of a new gospel, which isn't a gospel, and which isn't new. But if it has anything to do with Da Vinci in drag, the Mona Lisa, or the godess Sophia, and was discovered in a cave, in Egypt, there will be a television special the week before the Holiday that must not be named.

Never forget, there ain't no sunshine when she's gone, and she's always gone too long, anytime she goes out with a boy named Sue.