All day long things birth themselves unbidden inside my head, seeking life and light and exposure.  Their nascent wails are occluded by the day-to-day gibberish mushmouthed in my directions by stacks of animated DNA.  They die inside my head.  They cannot escape the sphere of biology with which I am surrounded.  Habit is my anchor.  Emptiness is my playground.  Humanity is my archfoe and my consort.  Desire my rocket to oblivion.

Save me.

My aspirations are thwarted by my mindframe.  My attributes are defined by demographics.  My peers are without concern. 

I live in the roman empire.

Late at night I hear Nero a-fiddlin'.   I await a valkryie in powered kevlar weave ceramic fiber ablative armor, glinting cruelly in the light of the moon.  She will kill fear and rescue me.  She will vanquish my enemy and give me voice.  She will give me fame, fortune, and my very own nine hundred number.

You too can learn to be aware!  You can engage in the battle between despair and hope.  You can learn to combine motion and sound and learn to call your very own valkryie!

Do not imagine (as if you could ever stop) that a physical body is required.  The moving images presented here do not document physicality, as it appears, rather they have recorded the aura of the astral body in action.  When you are confused you are admitting reality.  When you act, you are creating reality.

For further information, follow these imperatives:

Note:  Those in control wish to destroy these secret methods.  For incontrovertible proof, search for books on breakdancing on Amazon-all such resources are labeled 'out-of-print'.  Very convenient, isn't it?

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>self destruct!