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“Deaf & blind & dumb & born to follow… what u need is someone strong to guide you… like me.” - TOOL



A man sits and stares his life in the eye… He wonders whether the baggage has been dumped, delivered or lost. Nothing seems clear any more. He feels no more anger or hatred, just sadness. Shedding tears for the abstract and the absurd, he gains no sympathy from an apathetic crowd… they’re not watching the same channel.



He gathers momentum, then falls over backward like a Sisyphus without determination, yet destined to complete every revolution of the merry-go-round. His cause has no roots or meaning, it exists solely on the by-productive energy waves of a modern paradigm. He knows this, yet tolerates it with an unmotivated resistance.



The man we all knew has left his soul. He left the essence of life behind for the promise of plastic peace. A million bright images and a million twisted lies and a million of your most righteous dreams… all excavated the skeleton that set the promise in concrete. He sees this yet resists its truth and resides in the solitude of deliberate ignorance. He basks in the rays of opportunity. He embraces the meaninglessness as a test of his soul. He will NOT be broken.



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He returns… where did he go? What happened during intermission? What will happen now? Who knows…

















































A clash of conflicts, consume the inevitable thrust of persistence… the spell is broken, the cogs fell off the spinning wheel. Where are you? Where are we… the unforgiving wanderers of time and space… the ruthless bearers of truth and despair. Goodnight.