This short text was published in the dBUT Ritual Tape Triology - "DREAM", 1992

Destroying the evidence of something that hasn't yet happened is the ultimate key to self realization.

In truth.

Reverence of dreams, in spite of the blue leavings of autumn's sick preponderance with gluey ramblings of an incoherent nature. As opposed to the preponderance of negligent behaviour as we know it in these circumstantial surroundings. No matter what, it's all true for god's sake. Reverence as accidental inaugurations displaying automata of the innermost soul, grasping for perplexity within the borders of a narrow mind. Blue as the ocean, blue as the waves of the degenerated brain. Sulpha and aspirin bring renowned stigmata to those seeking nothing but nonsensical answers to the overruling questions.

- Give it up!

Woman's tendencies to roam the lands selling the need to those in need. Every grain is a matter of importance to the beachy head with green leaflets flying around in the orbital atmosphere. A polish future for those who aspire. Discipline brings grace. Everything brings disgrace, who can tell what? In fact, the fact. Yes, we believe in the supremacy of the Individual's concept of nonresurgent falsifications of the everlasting past.

- Indeed so? Well, who can tell what's true or not? I'm quite certain...

- Shut up, shut up. You are of no importance you see. Might as well shut up.

The days go by. The leaves keep falling further down, as Mind's games with children's toys in the park of the absent-minded losers. Orange peelings rain over the succumbed festivities for the fast-forwarding jesters of yesterday.

Paperweights are an adequate symbol for the state of the art. Pressure in evidence of the true suffering of wooden firmness in vain, in seldom afflicting questions of the averse negligence of man.