3....4....5....6....7.....8.....9 time mocks us.

We are going to start at 23 and end at 15.

The clouds maybe turned into mink coats and the sun will just be the place were the oranges grow. It seems so strange how time never changes. One huge circle one huge hole in the wall that shows us we are going no where but we are running around in a circle. We revolve around this circle and its a limit to what the day is. Everything is one big circle and we are trying to some how get out of it. There are so many sheep without Shepard's. So many religions used as weapons. People as ammo. Who knows when we will change, but change is a very dangerous path. Everyone fears change cause they have no idea what it is that it will bring them. Who will turn against them and who will rise with them.

Someone is watching and laughing at all of us. They are observing us like a mouse in a maze. We are all trying to find the cheese. The maze never ends and you never get closer to that scrap of fucking food. When it does end... You had no idea that the corner on your right was the last corner you had to turn in order to find what it was you were looking for. No one knows what they are looking for cause there are to many distractions along the way. They change from person to person they forgot about themselves. Someone made it to the end of the maze.... Now its our turn.

p.s. im running on pure adrenaline here.