I Dream Of Vague Shapes That Hint

The Young Break Rules For Fun. The Old For Profit.

If Everything Had A Label, We Would Live In A Fully Delineated But False World.

The Powerless Worship Luck And Fate.

Rage Against The World, If You Like, But Quietly, Or The Guardians Will Awake.

The Truths I Shun Follow Me, Mumbling.