Ahh what is so wonderful other then the freedom of self. Unless of course your torn before a council of destruction and light. But what happens to a tile in frame of the tapestry in time. Blindness becomes forgiveness and blah de blah, but what I'm asking is it terrible to think of yourself as free. To say I'm not tied down to the weight of anything that matters and take the back pack of originality off and see it hit the floor with such force that it explodes in a shower of rainbows. Ohhh in the end nothing gets better the world will show you that, like a B 12 bomber model, its all well and fun untill someone tears it down and reveals everything you held deep. Death is not the end of obstruction but a product of it. Shadows tell time and light burns a retina of a wilderbeast so that it cant see you in the way. INSANITY INSUES!!!! And once agian your in the bus depot wondering what it would be like to take off that suit and go get wasted, if that is the right word at least. Throw some blood on the wall and remember that color shows a functioned brain but ohhh im so unlikely to tell you that mine is still grey. Run away from what you thought you knew, live a life you did preseve it. Take away the love within to peel away every pretty face and be baptized in fire. Again death is not the end of obstruction but a product of it. But what then is life? INSANITY!!?