second symphony of nothing in negative minor.... release the thoughts and drench my eyes in passive waves of manufractured device connect and control the seemingly endless supply of emotional distress, wage war and false hope against the opposing forces and our natural defense mechanisms segue not real in anticipation of it if the eyes dream in partial magnificence and we as outsiders are mere perceptions and external voyeurs if this is the truth and all else is false, and what you see.... is merely a reflected projection of what you are ? if this is true and all else is false, if this is a manufactured moment of time... segmented and devised / created from pre experienced history or dreams this moment is empty and dead, enough with the