Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. [Macbeth]

F: I remember when we were kids and we were always outside playing in the fields and running through the forests. I’d hate going to sleep and love waking up and now I don’t even know the point of waking up. The world’s become to rotten and cruel. M: Hasn’t it always been like this? F: No, I wouldn’t say that. It wasn’t rotten like it is now. M: Well, there’s always been war, famine, rape and disease. Time and time again people have proven to be vile volunteers for chaos, corruption and the dealings with Death. F: Well, perhaps violence is a small part of our nature but, it’s such a small part on the whole scale of emotions. I don’t think I’m violent, I have no personal vengeance against anyone or anything. I guess I’m just melancholic about the time when we could see waterfalls for free and we could grow our own food in nutrient-rich soil. But now, all there is, is dust. You can’t grow anything in dust except more dust. M: I guess we finally had that war that ends all wars. This is the new world now. F: I’m not so sure what I should do. I’d like to help but, part of me knows it’s too late. M: You’re not sure what you can do? You can stand up and call out the hypocrisy of power and not be complicit in its complete destruction of our people and of our land. Violence must be fought with peace but doesn’t stand a chance, so it must be fought with violence. And unfortunately. these powerless words of truth and revolution will be dishonestly twisted into fascist falsehoods by mere mortals playing God. It’s too late to be the hero. F: I guess the dream of being the hero is a nice sedative for the time being. M: Yeah, I’d hazard to guess we have about an hour left… give or take. Going out one last time, hand in hand as brothers and sisters. F: You’re strangely comfortable about all this. M: I’ve been dying for a long time, so it’s not so strange to me and trust me, I’m not comfortable. I am however violently angry about this, about how were going out, about how our story is inevitable to destroy itself. Nature is violent We are nature Therefore we are violent Violence begets violence Until there’s nothing left. They used to say “War Never Changes.” But it does… we used to fight with sticks and stones and now we use bombs and drones. I don’t think any of us will survive. F: I’d like to think that there’s always life somewhere out there. M: In the stars? F: Beyond the stars… just some being experiencing itself, and I hope it’s not lonely. M: Well, we’re all lonely.

Your life is like a movie where you play the main character and only you can play that role – so, it must be meaningful. But what if it’s not? Well you see, it’s like were all running around to the next destination in some big hurry. With all these moving parts winding, weaving and twisting surely, not everyone can be the main character can they? Some of us just fade into the background like furniture and garbage. We’re all in competition for the main role and those who know they can’t win carve out a little spot somewhere down the line, out of the way of traffic and smog. And what all really is, is a big joke – it’s the illusion of winning that’s so damn funny. It’s not permanent and you don’t take it to the end and there’s no grand, cosmic reward for being good or following the rules that some other smuck drooled out of his mouth in some half-baked mockery of anything truly worthwhile. So what can we do? Well, we can try to be the very best versions of ourselves, but by doing this we must accept the horrors of war – the shadow of the self. This is not optional, it is inevitable and we can go on bearing it with honour or let it consume us and unleash absolute devastation. And, if that’s all too much, we can sit back and watch it all work and be entertained by the play. But that nihilistic fear of moving forward is a lie buried deep in the thought that it’d be a shame to die once you finally choose to live… So what are you going to do?

And the days grew hotter and dryer As the sun engulfed the sky and rained fire And the oceans left vast and vacant valleys behind as they all waved goodbye. And the grass, no longer left on this scorched earth It was such a shame to see the good green go But we can only hope that somewhere out there is a small sanctuary Left untouched by the rot of man But we’re out of orbit now and rejected from the garden where all angels sing. Burdened with the thought of imminent death and always on the run But, thank God a few brave bunch of happy nihilists learned to dance beneath the sun. Even in the darkest times, shafts of light will grace your view Where do we go from here? Where do we go?

I remember when I was an orange astronaut on a purple rocket ship laughing hysterically in madness as I searched the infinite Cosmos for some tangible sense of purpose. Zooming through the vast emptiness of electric blue, I found it – the edge of everything, however, the attainability of such a wonder is forever evasive in nature. I flew as fast as I could into the void but its’ mirage had redirected me back to where I came and a voice deep in my unconscious called out, “You’ve been coming here for quite some time but, I’ve sold you everything on the menu several times over. You’ve reached the state of infinity you’ve so desired and it’s time to share it with everyone else, but be weary in your monologue as not all can handle the truth and definitely not all care. And when you find your way back from where you came, don’t take the truth so seriously, as it easy to fall back into the dream you awoke from with the belief that you are important.” I returned home and was welcomed with bottles of booze and warm meal that was just right for the occasion. The sweet liquid gold kept me warm from the winters’ cold and I sat in front of the fire with family and friends who all asked where I was and what I’ve seen and at that moment the secret I so desired to share had become foolish, meaningless and obscene. So I smiled and sat there in silence but in my mind I was laughing hysterically in madness at the realization that I’m still sedating myself. But I guess we all have that deep desire to escape – a dream of being someone or something that we aren’t. It gives us hope. Hope in the thought that through all our trials and tribulations, it will be worth it. I went to great lengths to find that hope and all I know for sure is that there’s nothing waiting for you at the end of the rope. So fly, fly as close to the sun as you can, it won’t kill you or make you any stronger but simply imprint an image of god on the underside of your skin.

Today and today and today Passes by in a flash of never ending dismay and everlasting time. Today, an artist sits alone at a canvas that is as empty as everything else. Wondering what to make of it and for what meaningful purpose is our time wasted Questioning one’s motive of expression as a notion of grandeur. All things are for entertainment to give our dull delusions of reality something to embrace Whether it be the grace of a happy marriage or the grief of loss or the nationalistic numbing of the mind Through the shallow identity of sports and even the secrets left in the vagueness of art For the cosmic detective to piece together the true image of consciousness. All things absolute and entertaining are simply surrogate activities. Today, like every other day, an artist sits alone questioning mortality and seeing through it So, we can all be entertained because as accessible and saturated as everything is, The picture does not exist until the painter renders it stroke after stroke Like the waves of the sea on the sands of time Imprinting a mirage of the essence of life. The relief shows the fountain of youth forever old With bold promises of eternity that teases our inability to let go. It’s a vicious cycle between desire and death that Gnaws voraciously at the soul until there is No more.

[Transcript @ Young and Dundas] We’re walking around life like so many people thinking “I’m a pretty good person” but, one day God revealed to me that, “No, you’re not. You’re actually a really bad person – terrible person and you deserve to go to hell.” And when he revealed that to me, that’s actually when I was put in the psych ward because I lost my mind, because the evil of what I’ve done. The guilt just took over. That guilt is natural, they’ll try to tell you it’s a sociological sort of thing that’s passed down that’s repressed your mind. No, moral standards! Moral standards across cultures, across all sorts of different cultures and backgrounds. This idea of morality is deep within us. But, we’ve been skewed by the rejection of God who’s the one that gave us that moral compass. But, he wants to bring you back, he loves you, he wants to forgive you of all your wrong doings he wants you to know that mercy is extended to you. But, if you reject such a greatest salvation as this, what does that leave you with? We want you to know the life changing power of God! He’s a healing God, he’s healed people from cancer! He’s healed my brother here from so much. He healed me! They got me on that medication – I didn’t need it anymore… I didn’t need to smoke weed no stop everyday just to deal with my issues. I didn’t need it anymore, he healed me from the depression - from the anxiety. He performs miracles to this day, his spirit is working. He’s a healing God, he’s a forgiving God. There were criminals who came out of jail ten years later and they got a new life and God takes them. So many people are institutionalized one they become that criminal life they can’t break the cycle. Jesus Christ helps them break that cycle! He breaks the cycle of alcoholism in families all our past before his grandfather an alcoholic, his dad alcoholic, him alcoholic but, God broke that cycle and then it broke in his dad so him and his dad were no longer alcoholics. The cycle was broken – he’s a healer, he’s a chain breaker, he’s a forgiver of sins he’s merciful – slow to anger, gracious. But, when I say slow to anger that means eventually the anger comes. That means eventually there’s so patience – eventually that time runs out. He might give you a long time but, eventually it comes out. God says he desires it all – come to repentance and turn to him that none perish. But if you continue to reject God your entire life, you never come to the truth of Jesus Christ. There are only two options: either you get into heaven through Jesus Christ’s forgiveness, not by your words but, by the grade of Jesus and putting your faith in him, or you suffer in Hell – which is not even designed for you. Hell – the lake of fire, was actually just a punishment for the Devil and his angels – to the Devil and his demons. To the Devil’s lies and he puts all these little tricks out there… they got cartoons – everybody thinks that Hell – the lake of fire is the Devil’s kingdom – that’s not true at all! The devil is roaming the earth trying to tempt you and destroy you. The lake of fire is the punishment that’s prepared for him for eternity and you only go there because you reject God and say, “I’ll go the Devil’s way.” It’s not even designed for humans but, you’ll go there because you reject God because you don’t want the salvation he’s given you freely through Jesus. Sir! I want you to know the truth and we’re here to tell you the truth because we love you and we’ve experienced the Holy Spirit inside our lives, experienced life changing powers about you to be the witness to tell you, that’s why we want you all to be witness. If someone witnesses and event like say they witness a tornado and it destroys a whole city and they're the only ones left, they’ll be telling people “you had no idea what I experienced. I witnessed the power of this tornado destroy a whole city.” I’m here to say I witnessed the power of God, Jesus Christ in my life! And it’s changed me miraculously and dramatically and we want you to experience that. Ministers of reconciliation – being reconciled into God. He loves you, just come back to him, he’s a loving father, a good, good father and he’s willing to forgive all your sins, he’s willing to just wrap you in his love. You just got to come to him. It’s a gift! The gift of salvation… it’s a gift being given to you. God bless you young man, God bless you. God is good.

Welcome to the maze where all days are bleeding into one And all that’s lost is found And things beautiful are broken down Gaze into my eyes to be seduced And be surprised to arrive alive And that sweet child that you locked away Will remember how to play By the ways of nature and grace One will live two ways So be careful how long you choose to stay I can’t make the pain go away I can show you everything in my soul As nothing more than your rotting core And I can swallow you up and spit you right out

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace From day to day on borrowed time By ways of nature and grace One will live to ways Or not at all. And on and on it goes… Today and today passes by In a flash of never ending pain Nothing to live or die for And nothing to gain There’s no grand, cosmic reward For anything we do So what’s the sense of trying and dying For me and you And on and on it goes… One second, first tooth. Last minute’s worst truth. If now, only his swinging sickle broke On Buster’s block of rewound, buried youth. A poor player’s film forgot in foul smoke In the house Jack built is a life billed To the old-aging molds of cheese and clay. He who dares us all to kill or be kiln’d Allows façades to strut their merry way Into the position of puppeteers – To entertain us lost children of doom, To disperse our fears through smoke and mirrors. Although, corrosion blooms in the fire’s fume. Broken, belittled, and delirious, The Fool’s joke wonders why so furious?

The lights went up in flame with nothing to respond Except a sprinkle of a common tune That sung beneath the sun while, behind the moon Eclipsed a golden shadow of oblivion and beyond. There’s nothing that can really prepare us for the spiral of life There’s no message or method that isn’t tainted by optimistic delusion And in our nauseous confusion and superstition Is an unchangeable code for the unanswered question May peace be with you, and with you before the pain Of solving the puzzle is to only realize that the Maker forgot a mark. An incomplete set always longing for what’s lost But the secret to the final piece lies in the patience of death And to know that it’s not the end or the beginning in the paradoxical circle of time. This unfathomable, gravitational pull towards these grim, meat-hook realities Share a great fortune with the tormenting reflections within these starving souls. The intertwining phase alienates itself from those absent days that time will bring because What’s lost at the edge of everything is found in the centre of the maze With some unfortunate yet, rational gaze We’re all hardwired into a survival trip now No more of the gas that fueled the past Just a horde of failed seekers and permanent cripples, Who never understood these old mystic fallacies: The desperate assumption that someone or something Is tending the light at the end of the tunnel. Dissolve into all things untrue The centre of the maze is you Howling at the moon with no time to die Don’t give into to time’s temptation Live through all of god’s creation For the final celebration Believe in god with no reward Place your bets on the unknown or Waste your time and be alone Waste your time with me and your last memory Swallow your tongue before you come undone Feed on your starving soul tomorrow and tomorrow Time will run it’s course so give in and let go Open your heart Let out the dark Breathe in Let go Of all your fears of failing Freedom from all this suffering One last step off the edge of everything Live by nature or by grace Don’t forget the face of time Or your place in this line Give free to all that bleed And take from those who do not need. Rising to fall down again While the fire in my heart goes out Sleep, sleep in peace, close your eyes. Even in the darkest times, shafts of light will grace your view In these times when we don’t care, never forget that what’s true Give into your unconscious, let it guide you to yourself In the centre of the maze, stand in thee infinity of it all

Yesterday and yesterday and yesterday’s Are fleeting moments in my broken brain Be kind, rewind, and let your mind astray To wonder what is the world’s secret game Objective riddle in the centre’s maze, To graze and frolic in infinite time. Bound to no bounds or bonds to yesterday’s Thin orange haze that’s so empty and sublime All silly secrets await an answer It’s not to be screamed, except in in silence And accept violent notions of grandeur And lengthy lines of brainless compliance. Oh how far we’ve come from the vile void Just to see how much we’ve built and destroyed. It’s seriously amazing what we’ve become. The fact that any of this exists at all is astonishing we’ve exponentially grown from where we started. The things we can do now were unthinkable 50 years ago, well, technologically speaking – we’ve stayed the same. Natural instinct… that reductive ideology but, what can we do? If we can’t out think it, we’re not truly free. Still bound to the bonds of yesterday’s lament and the struggling shackles of time forever bent backward into the breach we go. This is what we ask for, isn’t it? There’s so much distance between us, Everything is falling apart. Retreat into our minds. Separate from everything else – We must survive at all costs. Our differences set us aside And so played the oldest story of light and dark, Forever in contrast. Imagine having a great source of knowledge right in the palms of our hands And refusing to use it properly, as if there’s a right way. Because right implies wrong in the same relation of white and black – All colour and the absence of it. Polar opposites like zero and infinity stretch on a spectrum until it’s no longer linear. Everything winds in on itself eventually, Rounding to the nearest singularity. And at that point of oneness is every point simultaneously stretching outward. Separating itself in constant flux. Yesterday’s lament brings me tears of hope It shines a light on all of my hate That I’ve been hiding in the past To escape my fate Even at the end of all this time I’m still not sure of what I should do To ease the pain of suffering For me and you Oh! By the glory of God! By the glory of God! It’s not worth trying Or dying for Please open up your heart To all the pain that’s going to come We need to embrace it Untie the endless knot I’m standing at the edge of everything And there’s nothing here. I’m falling off the edge of everything And the end is unclear. I’m spiraling into the center of the maze These are truly my last days. It’s no one’s fault but my own that I fell into hell But, I’m better off now.