this is a pirate channel broadcast on an underground frequency from the second story via an invisible channel - so please to be enjoying this show now
This is the disease of memory.
Time is the tyrant of the eye, doling out truth in thinnest slices, giving us the book of our lives in a billion loose pages, random and lost.
We are the fires that consume them day by day, burning up the moments even as we read them.
It’s kind of like Mario Kart, except with Ron Jeremy as Frankenstein.
Sand, sand everywhere, and the geeky pants did tighten.
It’s Monday. My advice is to kill the pain before it even shows up.
What is a dream?
Are we trying to understand the world, or do we become the world trying to understand ourselves?
Is this the eye trying to see itself, or the mirror studying its own reflection?
