Sacrifice one. Sacrifice all. A spiritual conquest. Not divided by an inner voice of reason. More like the sweet belly echoes of an internal life not divided. By dividing. We had divided. We had chosen the wise spirits. The wise animal. The wise of wise. We wanted. Ofcourse.... something better.... I mean.... the man regardded us as jokes... this posty of posty.....
	I proposed something much more radical and different- I proposed we conquer this posty once and for all. Don't you see? What merry wonder has arisen? Through the clouds of dead on the walls. Like bleeding baskets. Full of oyster cunts. I didn't say that exactly- I wanted a better approach- I had wasted so much for so little. Every word I typed cost me money. **** you.
	You bitter old *******.......
	Let me approach from a different road. A different time. Like blasted skate lines. I said I Didn't know what to do next. I just decided. I would do something. Oh wouldn't I just do something. Something else. And that posty said to me. In his haste-...... his cold haste...