It was the murderous culmination of events; the conglomerate of shit that we knew was building and didn’t care. It finally spilt out into the streets with the intent to purge of us our lives….and bleed we did. Would I go back? Would any of us go back? Yes. It’s how we live here down in our cellars, in our self imposed prisons of depression and solitude, screaming at the walls because they hold up the crumbling shingles atop the decaying roof. How insanity operates and works in us is a strange thing, but it’s been with us so long; we ourselves don’t know how it works, but we like it, after all it’s been our patriot of disillusioned causes as far as we can remember. We live in and out of bizarre connections and cry when the madmen we’ve become can’t climb out of the well. This. Is. It.