terrifying realistic dirt-stabbing echo of what once was or could

have been. A relentless parade of memories, a never-ending

serenade to the ghost of our eternal loss. Who will remain then

to ask the questions, who will stand and tell the final story

invent the final outcome. We all await our own justifiable

photographic parade. Our lives transcribed in monochrome as

we hold each lost and precious moment, clasped tightly to our

chests re living our own lost cause.

Never understanding the restrictive uniformity and

conformist limitations of the simplest thought process. We

continue to believe ourselves and our monotone and onedimensional

egos. Believing that what we see what we feel and

experience may actually be real. This is the beginning of our

greatest and most glaring mistake. And one from which it

becomes almost impossible to escape. Only imitation and

hollow fakery can bring about a temporary rescue.

We must restrict our luxury of choice and become the

lone crusader against the futility of ritual. Forever living below

the hand of love on a never-ending collision course with

passive resistance. This only serves to permeate the soul with

the pointless utility of endless dialogue. Variation upon

variation diatribe and doctrine invented thought projections

and religious philosophy providing a searing heat of mass

hysteria. Helping to control the brain synapses and exploding

the engine of the helpless and individual voice.

A neo cryptic biological nightmare begins. A chemical

imbalance on the imprint of self. A never-ending cycle, the

ageless and timeless remnants of which continue to infect all

aspects of the multiple dimension. And while we wait each day

grows darker each light grows dimmer each and every one of

these isolated moments continue to expand beyond our

control. We seek solace in new and superfluous invention and

in the clouded screens of indolent spiritual falsehood. We

continue always ant-like in our pitiful and wretched domain.

Never understanding the ticking of the hour in the endless

night of clocks.