Some People Reflect Light, Some

Stories Heard But Not Recalled. Letters Too. Words Filling My Head. Fragmenting Like Artillery Shells. Shrapnel, Like Syllables, Flying Everywhere. Terrible Syllables. Sharp Cracked. Traveling At Murderous Speed. Tearing Through It All In A Very, Very Bad Inreparable Way.

Here Then - The After Math Of Meaning. A Liftime Finished Between The Space Of Two Frames.

Scientists Estimate The Universe Unfolded From Its State Of Infinite Destiny* - A Moment Commonly Referred To As "the Big Bang" - Approximately 1.3-2 X 10^10 Years Ago. *typo: "destiny" Should Read "density.

I'm All Soils West When The Earth Lets Go. I'm A Thousand Julys.

Love Of Love Written By The Broken Hearted, Love Of Life Written By The Dead.