Incognito watches me from the shadows.

It has come to my attention that I have made a grave mistake. I accidentally believed in the FREEDOM of speech.

Dialed in, location known.

So.........what is next.

I've prepared myself spiritually.

Requiem for a tower plays forever within my sordid soul. You cannot take this away. Ingrained and internalized.

I float about a dream scape. Imagery given me by a darkness I'd like to think does not exist.

FUCKING COMMUNICATE. Impatiently I await your words, that destroy.