Lights. Blindness. Heavy sounds tastes wrong. Ah! Uh! The worlds felt wrong. A myriad of wrong things at the wrongest places. A irony. When all felt, nothing was. Do you remember? Do you know what happened? A god from the machine. A savior. The last chance of survival. Held its hand tightly, do not hesitate. It's just a just. Whatever…

As time is becoming scarce your mission is nothing but survival. There always be a good samaritan soul that helps you. But also a bad starving one. This is not a matter of trust, but chances. Oh! Do not fulfill your mission, it will be automatically completed. Focus on repairing, mending, optimizing to the optimum status. Lights. Focus. Strategy. Your mind is damage and you must fulfill its void.

Beware. Beware. O mighty creator, thus your creation could be your end. A bolt of lightning, a spark of temperance. Hold the wisdom, use force, observe the medium. A task of literal and no figuratives is next.

I held the keys to the city. Strange feeling. My word felt ill. Disabled. My head hurts. Thought the hurting head. Curious. Delightful. Walking down the park at midnight, but I couldn’t evite sensing that something was off. A matter of matter looks like. Shock. Pain. Euphoria.

Death.

Off.

Hate.

On