once more messages of fury, eyes in blinking disaster, forming at the ops, their eyes are rfixated at an angle, your demise is near, people walking and ******* and loving and spitting and droning and sounding...sounding sounding sounding, sound like lots like lanters of disease corrupting to poor insects just trying to get their ******* buzz!!  may I forgive?/ may I devieve? who are they, and what are they made of?  yohy dpn/t know what it means to exist, your are in with what consists, you have he gears and the correct melody to the correct tune, you follow about you let the little rubber in the wheels drives themselves to eternity, you pull your **** spike out of the fire, you knew it all along and you let your hair down, the morals were hidden in the messages all along, its a great little conspiracy of little significance yet something you've been trying to figure out all your life