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[Sepia]

We drive the nails into their foreheads and hope they will see what we see. This is us and how we move, these are our reasons as we sit perched on top of the highest of mountains, waiting for oracles to speak to the wind. We wait for the knowledge of kings to pass through our veins, to let the blue blood pass through the red, to let them become a part of us as we are of them as we've always been mingled, as all of the blood from the earth has been a part of each and all of us, the lies become true because they are lies and we accept them, knowing the truth.

These are the muscles we flex. The muscles of mind, the muscles of heart, the muscles of flesh. Here we are, in the crossroads between a pound or several of flesh. We are not dying. We've never been dying but it makes sense when you do hallucinogens to end everything with death. What it took albie to teach us, old shaxberd knew, he saw it the way they see it , meditating, repeating their mantras, being enlightened, remembering it, remembering their own wake.

-Try to remember. How did your face look like before you were born?
-I can't. Life is too short, I need proper answers.
- - Freely from memory, The Filth written by grant morrison

We die in the hearts of men better than us. We tried, we're still striving to find it, that recognition of ourselves or those from our peers but we know it'll never happen, like we know that wars won't stop happen. Everything, Everything you've ever learnt about how to do your job better is applicable in how you view life, death, the big mysteries and lost answers amongst the questions, the mariachis playing for us but like lando told us we'd do, we forgot how to dance but we learned to build trenches and if you really want the simplistic approach, ask them

would you like to dance or would you like to dig a trench?

Ask them and wait for them to answer seriously and everyone will answer that they'd like to dance and they'll ask you up and this is where we are, we have men and women whom we ask serious questions and all that happens is that we wait for their serious face, the one they have at work and they answer and gullible as we are, we believe, we want to, we need to for we need to strive towards what we deem perfect. You'll dance and it will be fun, it will be one of the nights you remember as you smell the industrial soap as the machine besides you go silent and you know it's your time. You'll remember this but you'll remember them for the wrong reasons, it is memorial evidence that will not hold up to scrutiny.

Everyone likes to dance. Everyone has danced, everyone has felt it all go as the perfect beat drums and hits you where it hurts the most in the most beautiful of pains and you know you love dancing but this is the choice. It was you who told us first of the black and the white and you ensnared us as we became ensnared, we were as we are lazy, we were bored with the complexity of the situation but anyway, here it is if you want it, this is the seriousness you pretend to have when using that face when your mind begins to lie

That is not the seriousness we are looking for. Answer the question, truthfully.