its like going crazy every moment, every sound, every second evolution a revolution in rhyme the schemes evaported like sutures meant to keep time and i can't sign to myself in the dark, but I don't know how to speak, to the week enders alone can never feel the pain, we walked far too far, its time time to float away and second glances firstances for instances can not be revoqued only understood on a plain exterior to those of abraham, and issac proclaimed it drops off from the earth to calm and see and let be and hate privately and to scream and learn quiet consumptive contemplation of earthly temptations and which will set you FREE.