your head is filled with information you wish to forget. you wake up wondering how... things become so routine, life turns into a reflex action. as dreams thrill you more than the circumstances; you just wish you could be in an eternal sleep.

letters and numbers keep flying around... responsibility is no easy task; neither is standing there as an underestimated value. so much pity in the word "value."

being 25% of everything leaves you with no identity in the end and you just try to become something other than just an accident. no attachments necessary; we will some day create our own cult...