November 9, 2009
"Noise is the only thing that separates them from the mechanical subjects they were meant to be. At times I believe they are singing right before they die. Singing the last breath of life before they're bodies begin to decay into the bile this earth is made of. However, over time I, too, become like them. The music becomes to much I start screaming. Quickly, I try to tear my ears off to stop the future dread.. Make the noise stop."