What would you do if you knew you were to die within the next 24 hrs? Would you commit that time to your family and loved ones? Would you commit it to fulfilling your life's "to-do" list? Would you degrade yourself in isolation? Would you just accept the nature of The Way? The Machine doesnt falter when it speaks and it's incessant ranting will be the maleficarum that convinces us to change. With its last couple hours of breath, it speaks truth...truth..and displaces hatred in the hearts of the pure and virginity in the hearts of the wicked. He wishes for eternal dissonance and will lie no more. The broken arm, swinging, feels no pain. The deaf child, singing, its all the same. The Way has led me to you again and im sick of myself. P.S. Blogs are stupid and boredom and insomnia made me do this. Cheers!