Knowledge about realty lost in propaganda
Blackout #179
Sadly the future is shifting.
Blackout #178
She found entire pages strewn across a field, lost.
Blackout #177
Poetry is dead.
Blackout #176
Music enslaves every man.
Blackout #175
They play poker and drink wine with the Devil.
Blackout #174
He wandered past arching horizons to build memories.
Blackout #173
I drink your poison wine.
Blackout #172
Don't you go standing up for that man's beliefs.
Blackout #171
Sympathy in massive silence, without a word.
Fragment of a Figment 