į†'ʂ ąℓℓ įη ץøυя ħεą∂ . . .
The above will lead you into a land where dreams are a commodity . . . an illicit one.
Thievery is the only way to get what you want-- will you turn to crime and risk getting caught?
Or will you be doing the catching?
Or will you become trapped in between, the object of a surreal psychological battlefield, where up is down and down is up and nothing's as it seems?
. . . there are no safe corners of the mind in which to hide. Step through into a land of hazy candy colors and spiderwebs and hopes and lies and broken mirrors. Step into a land where you may go mad, where you would happily go mad, where you have gone to escape madness.
Stand and fight, my friends. Just come along through the front door.
The above will lead you into a land where dreams are a commodity . . . an illicit one.
Thievery is the only way to get what you want-- will you turn to crime and risk getting caught?
Or will you be doing the catching?
Or will you become trapped in between, the object of a surreal psychological battlefield, where up is down and down is up and nothing's as it seems?
. . . there are no safe corners of the mind in which to hide. Step through into a land of hazy candy colors and spiderwebs and hopes and lies and broken mirrors. Step into a land where you may go mad, where you would happily go mad, where you have gone to escape madness.
Stand and fight, my friends. Just come along through the front door.
