order the pieces of a puzzle when we have neither the will nor the
ability to see the portrait for what it might have been rather than what
has been, in so bleak a way, assembled to represent happiness, laughter -
And at what juncture do we cease the self-proclamation of Godhood and
admit to ourselves that we have never once given serious attention to
Truth, but to the rules that define our physical world.
When I die, I wish to breath my own blood as I scream in agony pure and
intense. Slowly, slowly that I may earn the breaths that I took in vain.