• What a beautiful art this is. The train of destruction we are on. Going along these tracks into the perpetual chaos that is our minds. Driving deeper into our own insanity then we had ever imagined. The voices and hollowed out delusions are the match to ignite the flames of our own indecencies. Day by day crawling threw the little peaces of life as they crash all around. Sharp aren't they? It makes one tired, doesn't it. Tired of everything and wishing for an end. But for you there is no end. We are always there. Always present, never silenced. Ah, but you already knew that.