Alcoholics. 10 thousands alcoholics to please your app(a)etite. Move along. Come and make it better. It's what you should do. An overview with silly things. Full of them. No point to make.

Now pray. Silence. Listen. Truncate. Parapheno-men.

The light enters horizontally fighting with the electric eye of the robots. These eyes stare at you by sending signals. No perception but impulse based. Never feel comfortable, do you?

There are always small gates making small holes in the shield of your mentality. You chase them not to face your fears. Your hatred for other things what moves you for love. Never really got it, still you feed on it. You don't burn on your own atomic existence but cast upon a random surface jumping from one place to another. Slowly moving irregular ways, never full. Or just empty. Torn by the rocks of your so called life.

Yes, I should reconsider.

On the way now to something better. Or worse. No matter.

Join yourself on your journey. It's always thankful and never too late.

My new advice again and for ever consider done everything and particulaly the piece before your nose; so take it easy and do what you should from your atomic point of view from god's eye. Ever fear appears reconsider it. Why do we eat ourselves? Out of fear. Worldwide.

Move smoothly among the labyrinthed ones. Push it to the harmonic direction. Let it flow through you all the pain. Don't try to grab it.

Yeah, the small furball is getting on the chewed throusers. Like the line sprung out from the pencil.

I won't tell you, just mention it's density taking over again. Pretty often you might feel it as well.