Thinking of infinite manifestation of fettered frustrations left without a quiet tongue to relay them, filled only with logicless anger from the chemical overflow characterized by serotonin long gone, failing to see into those things from the beyond, yet in our imaginations all things come to pass, as things are merely things, until they have been set in your path, so then we must define them, critique, arrange and redefine them, we look for place to align them, finding in the end...we are them. Forever