Life Is A Sieve Through Which My Anarchy Streams

Resolving Itself Into Words

Chaos Is The Score Upon Which Reality Is Written

The Timeless, Swirling, Gyroscopic Horde



Delirium Of Disorder



I Am Just An Atom In An Ectoplasmic Sea

Without Direction Or A Reason To Exist

The Anechoic Nebula Rotating In My Brain

Has Persuaded Me Contritely To Persist