We make ghosts of our mistakes, and our guilt is powerful enough to hammer us straight through the ground with one fel swing. There is no escape for those dancing within a nail, and no salvation for the generation of big kids. All the big-ass winners dance in clubs contained in the shaft of a nail, waiting to get their head struck.

The hammer always comes down in retribution, and occasionally, by chance, but it always comes down. It's not the law of gravity, it is the law of the absolute.Love does not play in karma, as god does not roll dice, and love will strike you down like the lone tree on a hill in a hurricane.

The force that hits the hammer does not grip the wrong shaft, it is not human. The inhuman, immaterial power defines the law of humanity. Wo/Man forgets what does not suit him, and sprinkles around the facts that do, until he trips and loses his face from his own webs. What good is a face for the soulless, and what use is thief in a world of NOTHING.

It's dark in the cave, and it's too humid.  Sweat mixes with the dew from the depths of some awful place. You never really broke a sweat. Indifference clapped you down like the weight of a galaxy, then and now.