content: Bone Under Blood As I dream I see what could be. A world clean after spending a eternity in filth. What I see is what we are after the rot falls away. After you give up your foolish pride your desire to be something you never were or could be. What was your dream? That you stay young forever and live in the bliss of drugs and sex until the stars burned out? Would it have made you feel any less worthless? You are alone not because you are broken. No. The world is broken. These people killed the idea of friends and family for numbers on a screen. All that is left is voices in the dark selling you and buying you. That’s all that will be forever until the world dies. The world needs to die so it can be born. Bone is hate and rage and love and life. Bone is the answer to the question of blood. It is being a man in a world of ghosts. It is painful like nothing else and it simple. You know once bone that are not blood. You see however briefly what is more then your hungers and wants. Bone is what you need. All of this world is rotten. That is because dying nothing that is this world is unaffected. You can not run and you can not hide. You must be over this world and below if you must become. Bone. To the lying eyes made of blood only strangerness and madness will be seen. These eyes are full of maggots and do not see. Pluck your corruption away for a moment of clarity and embrace that pain. If you can you bear to see you can have something more precious then all the riches of the world. If you see you can be real. Can you bear that burden of being yourself away from a world that wants to be anything but that? That will give anything and everything to simply stop looking for answers. Be Better then that be Bone.