“Those who retract their admiration of eccentric flow must have been lost within its flirtation, let it be known from within your impostering lobes, misconstrued poetic analogies warrant not one single apology. It’s a shame that your mind won’t cipher the words that are written… misinterpretation can lead to derivative assumptions where a self created delusion can consume your every moment of clarity. Your veins are made of generic paths, any cleverness that could have saved you from your own eternal prison… what it is truly like to stand against the grain… although you claim such victory, it’s apparent you have no notion of authenticity… desire… so swim with the current but remember the shores on each side are made of undiscovered material, you will always remain floating in your fake current of easy demands and you will always obey to an oblivious observation. Your appearance does not confirm your purity of genre, only asserts your struggle to stand against the grain. Don’t return either, the chemicals that parade in the shade of space and time has no desire for your return. The feral wolves need no permission or acceptance… your laws contradict what we stand for…”