i'll part the seas and deliver my people unto salvation from the tyranny of radio music and stupid thinking. we've been enslaved too long - through the music on the radio, the drivel on television, the advertising in the media, the mind-numbing subject matter of literary garbage, and the social/life philosophies imposed upon us by those in power. it's time to cast off the chains of depravity and fight for truth. too long have we succumbed to the fear of police and state. the same offices that we have installed to protect us and further our interests, have turned this task against ourselves, in order to further their own agendas. We shall be free, like the israelites of egypt - we shall walk to our freedom and salvation and leave the sinister beasts of government, police and oppression behind to drown in a sea of blood that they have themselves begotten...

4th October 2012

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i had a dream about you again. we were working at some “virtual-reality” enterprise firm (they created virtual realities, not unlike in the movie, the 13th floor…) The “fictional” citizens of this virtual reality were integrated into the real world, albeit limited to a specific forum where the simulation/world was run/based. Along with these virtual citizens, there was also a plethora of objects in this rich and immersive “world” within a room. despite this glorious creation, the virtual people would only race aimlessly from one end of the world to the other, seemingly disinterested, if not completely ignoring, everything around them, including other real people. 

you had a cart/trolley stacked with various materials and boarded the elevator in the foyer of this office building that contained this simulation. i got into the elevator as i needed to use as well. as i did, i noticed you having trouble with something, and offered to help. My benign offer of assistance was brashly and coldly refused, although despite this initial reluctancy and animosity, you conceded to accept my assistance fairly soon after.

and that was all it took.

the fleeting brush of lukewarm tissue meeting skin, the friction igniting a fiery passion in that little elevator - a blaze of sensuality, engulfing us. consuming us, with the wisps of the flames that were our bodies, burning invisible lines of char and soot into the pristine elevator…

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