Token of extremes, black limousines, pass along the carved frustrations of degenerating cells from pharmaceuticals and synthetic preservatives while gargling in the soil of our forefathers who consumed stronger liquor than is regulated in our time and in far greater portions.

We continue to pass judgement on an epidemic which was in full swing long before when dingy dimly lit seedy sweat stained devil's drugs drenched deep within our turbid tissues and tumeni notes soared from nods of compassionate snazzy jazz.

The Reap of time has not 9 but 1 life to grasp that history has and always will be a mistake, let alone to repeat is a contagious initiation.

We do not learn from ghost stories, news clippings or double dares without regard to human life which we hold so firmly in the palm of our pride and hand.

We feed upon the progressing evolution of the education submitted for random acts of sequels based on the greedy dollar.

Your first impression based on your reactions are not as loud as the level of punishment that you impose on your loved one's as you portray a character whose DNA mutates day to day in a world of fine natural chemical inbalance.

Technology is the new Satan, and man supports him.