Stereo: Madness
Head: Some Sage Francis (I guess instrumentals need to be listened to through headphones)
Condition: kinda bored not really in the mood for this


here in this bitter wasteland
i collect the fragmented visions of your lost chariot
because it was i that lost it and all hoped to save me but this is where I am from after all
and those pieces and parts and crumbs have been planted
some take root and i struggle to procure their seed for they were not meant even for such a land as this my land
but the roots are a violent bunch and they do send laser prisons around my eyes and i can only echolocate the 
source of sorrow here for the last push across that gap that seperates my will from yours and hand from treasure
and one more gained and i can feel the rush of depression that grows from these
all alone in a test tube infantile creation of my disease that had a name once but i think it changed
and so i can only call upon generals and the generals are but scarecrows to eliminate those vagrant thoughts
that spring up from my treasure
and i collect it
so slowly i fear that i may never finish before dinner and dine we must in this place
and upon the strongest of beasts must such cannibalism placate but i leave that to her and those devil rocks 
she breeds in the cave of clouds from which she rains them in attempt for reign that causes me to chuckle
oh if she only realized that she had won centuries ago she can have this dust go ahead and try to take it
my sight grows weak with this search and i take a moment to refresh my ego with a poison to those that i acquired 
from the old man
he's okay if you beat him into the ground but you won't catch me there with those actions that i selected to enact
through your hands
all of the time is compressed for my convenience and the pieces of this treasure accumulate to one growing 
sensation that i must recall at all cost
a cowboy of dirt flats confronts me on my way and i drank to his confusion and granted him pallor for the coming 
of high noon
i know he's thankful
and my ignoble steed burrows and crawls through this vegatated land that seems so oddly cold for some reason that 
demands my inattention but my creature must be numbed of taste or else he may realize what this is
and the finest of gratitude i show for the celestial bodies that guide and manipulate with a sacrifice that i 
make when i've gathered enough at the outpost but the wind is strong and i curse as the dust stings my heart into 
a different beating that shouldn't be happening until tonight when i've gathered the courage it will take for 
me to sleep
so leave me be and they do and we take to the skies on that stupid breeze for the pieces lie not all in the dirt
and with little to do on the way i recollect upon my recollection of this treasure that seems so fragile as to 
disintegrate with regular pattern 
but when was that
i shrug off the notion that desires a breath of air instead of being drowned but some things should stay under 
the surface of my mind and i keep it at bay with those others tied to the bottom with hopes attached to anxiety
this quest is important i know that but if i could just remember without having to think of those lost facts
something having to do with the nature of your chariot as if it could be another thing for purpose
here we are another piece with naught but dead air to guard so i breathe it in and let it take my life 
i've got more where that came from
one more and on i go
does a little child beckon from that sad mountain
i investigate but find only trace of some cruel bird and i decide to seek it out and i challenge it to a duel 
of lost impressions and of course no one can beat me at that and i find what i thought of and am given new 
parts of the whole treasure
thanks kid take this tooth i say and pull one from jaw no need to thank me i can tell by your sweat that you're 
glad to be given protection from the dusk
and teleportation takes me to one brief hell and then to next objective those knaves they would try to deign 
this to me
me
of all the knights on this night
so i take what they carry and trap them in mirror dimension with a spell i was saving for just this moment
at least there was a treasure but they should never ever have touched it with their ropes
and alabaster dragons await my return so i turn into the stars and throw a part to their doorstep that then is 
my whole in a hole at their feet under a stern gaze
can i clown my way out of this and one knife slash later they are dying with laughter no really they're dead now
but don't fret because it is only some trick of light on the sand and you're not really here and my goal isn't 
nearly complete so let me read a line from the words in the sand of their blood
yes here
be it all upon good nature to do not towards grapevine the wise of old mountain's grass and slate
i remember that but do you even know what this means for the coming day
it's preposterous
and such bravado does carry my heart to death of consciousness with fear of waking to this empowering quest
again
and again