I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of Imagination—What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth—whether it existed before or not—for I have the same Idea of all our Passions as of Love they are all in their sublime, creative of essential Beauty
::John_Keats
and the clock talked incessantly. tick and tock. stitch and lock. Tic and tock. that sick toxic mix, radar blip glitch. incessantly unceasingly it talked, chattering like an overactive bladder. so i lit a fuse, to bring the matrix tick to cinders and dismember my mind from the metronome dome-blenders concocted by the cockeyed demonix fuming out of rome. Fuck it. fuck time locks. fuck your evil empire and fuck your false god. decrypt resurrect and genuflect. insert scepter, enter stargate, exit mental block, now restart fra fra fresh like gilgamesh but my friends call me spock.
