out of Context;
‘so where does devolution come into play?…When the artificial self decides it wants to be organic again?…What mockery is this to the gods we are…Swaying fatally back and forth over the extremes…Making solid decisions is best left to those with the controls firmly in place, and to those with the awareness necessary among these beasts making out like people ought to be…I question the assault on our senses, and ask forgiveness from no soul who tries to find their own version of this reality…’
out of Context;
‘You may hate me, but I will never hate your small minds as you feed on the blood from my soul’s fount….you taste me even now…’
out of Context;
‘somewhere deep inside it, the dead, it resides….it abides, but not without a restless air about it…’
out of Context;
‘…Pandora is Gaea, and the earth is that box slowly opening before our eyes…If we are not careful enough, this box will condemn us with beasties we have only nightmares about, and the mind will become a playground for reckless creatures who have no point for dreaming…’
There is a way to make the will manifest as music to stir the soul, and my quest is merely in making such possibilities so, though it feels that I am pressed to make this a reality myself…
