in other worlds the imminent apocalypse of an empty vessel would be the most ridiculous misapprehension.
loading life into eternity of releasing debris as a matter of course
then what are your options except unplugging the stupidity option?
the train has arrived to the subconscious realm and there decisions are made in a very subliminal religious procedure
knock me out and then silence
complaining is not an option when you arrive at high responsibility levels
details are of much consequence
close the door now the draft is affecting my calculations
where are you? was that you that just kissed me?
Thank Gaia 