The worms of the senses ponder quickly towards destruction. Winning is not everything but in our elitist competitive society it is all that matters. Rice cakes for the people and caviar for the leaders who built our world around machines, money, and matter. We were left out of the plan and our destination is set by the used car dealer or factory boss. Bored we walk home with our heads hanging and our creativity stolen as an effect of capitalist gain. In a dream state there is nothing more than simple abstraction of the mind from the matter and the belief that work will somehow " mach frei" . The theory that Marx recognised from Feuerbach, and now we, the people, need to see the spectacle that binds us to our "destiny". Alienation is not commodity,figures, statistics or make belive but very much a real tool of oppression and seclusion. If we can't take our part then we must not take part.

- Dennis Lyxzen,
The refused party program.

I'm sick, your name fills my lungs like ploursy.

When you hung up the phone, I couldn't tell which was broken.. your receiver or my mended heart. I forbid myself to loose you.. to anything.. rather be forgotten than remembered for giving in.

Yesterday seems days away, remembered for it's bitter likeness of all it's predecessors. And here I am yet again with my fingers tapping neatly away at my humble cache abode. I feel the need once again to address the psychological scrutiny of my motives, which at present I am still not quite sure of. I think that a long time ago I was once called an artist, but lately all I've been drawing are blanks.