And the red beated thoughts of an un-godly mind in a post-modern world and all we have left is to sink and die; or mabye we can make the blood be enough-the red blood, rotting sticky blood that lies in the minds of the filthy, that sways with the thought stream and reeks of refuse and slowly disnigrates the very thought process-we can make the blood cover us whole and take the place of anything real; anything good or clean or free or open. We can inject every dry vein with acid from the moon and the tears will flow and the blood wil flow and we will finally realize that nothing makes sence-thats why we cant figure it out-and that nothing will last an no one will live and everything we say can and will be used against us. With the silence that remains, we shall live in fear, our hearts clinging to the dirt; and i shall smile because i won.