Time is life, life in a big city going from station to nation, in ever bigger encircling motion and still converging to a smaller world, together-apart, sharing the same statues, statues of nature standing tall in the mind. Values in the mind of the strong and the weak. There is salvation, in love, in life, in the feelings we know. Those idears and feelings are the real family conections we share, the bond we have. Tears wheaping acros the hart, the mind, the eyes all red and glooming hot, our anxious desires restless pushing us forward, without stopping, never halting ever growing bigger and bigger, begging for peace we only reach a state of trance, hypnotised mesmerised,…ever dreaming, dreaming of waking up from this bitter-sweet pleasure, the pleasure and torture of body’s and souls touching eachother, loving in vein and without a cause, to end in tears of separation or marriage, a bondage for matters that equals energy in high order, more than man’s nature can ever admid,…cause and pleassure. The equasion ads up to our ego’s still trying to forge the verry things that make us alive, still trying to learn our natural behaviors, fully obeying to our internall cry’s and finally listening to our nature’s calling: we are new humans, re-born under the gratitude of compelling matter: our behalfs lingering, longing for eachother, what more can there be in that detail, in that moment of perfect happiness. What more of life can we ask, what more can we long for then death, thanathos in vivum est qwantum spiritus. The body boggled by man-made pleasures the mind compells and breaks in pieces, shattered among the remnants of the earth. The songs of life forgotten, we crave our last cry,…uttered in eternal silence, nobody to feel the vibes. Like we’re strangled with an invisible rope existing out of life itself, indifferent to the cry’s of others, just trying to escape our own destined fate. It’s not really about how we die, it’s how we live our lives (is slowly dying) that matter. In rapid-death there is only short pleasure, only short honor, but in life,…in life we grow old, we feel we’re slowly dying, we love, we create and re-create. We were born to live and we live to die. In life we love and we love in order to live (recreation). We are connected to everything that lives, loves and eventually,….dies. This is the circle of life that has been broken. It’s mysteries unfolded, the future mortgaged and fore-told,… A broken cyclus, it’s salvation denied, it’s cry’s unheard. The natural entrophy only acknowlegded where man sees fit, like we know best,…we know better but nobody can resist or is allowed to revolt. Even those processes must follow a designated route,… Fatigue is the result, tired of all this, our nature grows weaker and weaker untill it stands no longer tall and dies,…. And along with it, we all die too. Like with a little push we loose our balance and trembling we see over the edge, the edge of horror, the horror of the life we see in death, it’s a fasinating compelling existance, out of which we derive our exuses, short is that road to death. Some would say we do not induce death for we have not created it, thus ever more exuses, totally oblitarating the balance between good and evil, life and death and succeeding in forgetting the life we live, our love to live and finally: our love for other living beings, our love for eachother, even our love for ourselfves. Fatigue by the never ending fight that history has inflicted upon today’s history in the making, not being able to un-wind it’s long thread to the full exent for others to see the proof of lies we were made to believe. The proof without wich we cannot even begin to see the causes for our pleasures and tormentures. There is no conspiracy, only terrorists. There are no revolutionary’s, only contra’s and anti’s. There are no fantasy’s only dull designers, instructed in the ‘Arts’ like if it’s just a matter that can be teached, not experianced for oneself unless presented and accompanied with the nessesary documents, stating it’s value and it’s legitimacy. Absurdinum in vivantum spiritus. It’s the idears that should be rewarded, the energy’s we consist of, not to be juged by the wealthy, but to be rewarded for it and with it. Man can exist without thinking, but can only think if he’s concious and not indifferent. We feel neclected, misplaced by the verry rules that supposed to out-rule every anomaly and every entrophy. We must admid to ourselves: we are surpressed. So we started to revolt to those feelings and then they came and said it was us who where surpressing ourself, with our toughts, our verry own toughts entangled in a mind boggling cronicle of history unfolding in the midst of society,…yeah right,…like nature is killing itself and we are the victims of nature and not vice versa. They even accused us of turning things around and dislocating idears from their original place and content. Lies we know now. The lie that we all have our own live like we all have our own world to live in, the lie that we are not to be in distrust, the lie that we are not in danger, the lie that there is only order and that there should not be such a thing as chaos, the lie that we are not lied to, the lie that we should invest in destruction instead of creation, invest in war and in killing machines, the lies that all that is neccesary, the lies that we are either violent or peacefull in nature, the lie that we are either killers or ‘normal’ persons, the lie that space travel is impossible if we do not conquer our earthly problems first, the lies that these earthly problems are not easely overcome and taken, the lies that the earth doesn’t need a shrink, the lies that an institution is not corrupt by definition, the lies that it’s democratically working for the people and not for the wealthy and various bussineses, the lies that we have a choise, the lies that earth is not walking towards destruction, the lies that we do not seek material wealth, the lies that we need al the comfort we cannot afford, the lies that we do not desserve that verry same comfort and pleasure, the lies that deny us the admission to salvation, the lies, the lies,…ENOUGH! If we would really be free and if this world or institution would be really democratic then every man in every nation upon this planet should be asked wether or not he/she want his/her money invested in war-factories, paid by citizens,…after being givven deeply consultion-time where he can make the choise in his/her heart if he/she wants to fight him/herself and be responsible for other man's, womans and children's death, If we would be really freed of this obligation then war-lobby’s would have to finance their own wars and fight themselves and be responsible for every single civilian death they cause,… The people who believe in green party’s should be given enough communion and space to prolifarate their own way of life,… Being right-winged means nothing more then to be retracted and introvert, it doesn’t mean being a menace to society and should NOT be alowed to inflickt damage upon other peoples worlds or society’s or structures that represent those structures,… Every person should be able to live in a society that he/she chooses for individualy. You want to be a King? Then be a king! try: who's going to give you power over them huh? The fact that we wind up alone is just because there isn’t a existing structure to support that kind of life, it exists only in our minds and that is not enough. It’s being denied it’s existence, it’s being denied it’s legitimacy,…we the people are being denied life itself.