thoughts for food, endless sustenance comes in the form of bite-sized nuggets of cerebral victuals. who would want for anything with a diet such as this, high in moral fiber, yet a delectble assorment of guilty pleasures mixed in.

onward soldiers trudge, tallying new conquests, in their wake, a heap of alarms, impeding new progress, untold mysteries hide around the nook and the crannies. they go unfound, because none of them know quite what a cranny looks like. energy wanes. soon they fall, one by one, in a massive pile of might. mental or otherwise. but fear not. the saga continues through a REM induced coma. the visuals are quite impressive though unseen by the naked eye, or the clothed for that matter. though the naked is more appealing.

we shan't be but a moment in our thoughts. we'll emerge on the other side, amused, enlightened, and viciously unimpressed i assume. it may not make sense to you. but someday it will. sit far off for a moment and let the capricorns wash over you for a spell, then for a while, then a moment more. if something doesn't become clear, then you clearly are not trying hard enough.

tides will turn, then eras, with bleach no less. the horse has been led, but no amount of cajoling will convince him to drink a drop. if not for that then his thirst surely will later, rather than sooner.