"the fourth key is yours, my dear..." zoe began,
"you have only to let your eyes meet mine for a moment....
hold my gaze and don't dare flinch...
for you need to know me.....
you need to understand me....
to understand yourself.....

the mechanisms of the mind...
the orbit of the third eye is musical in its beauty, mathematical and cunning.......
from forbidden trees man plucked his doom....knowledge....the ability to know and understand.....
but knowledge is a cumbersome curse. a paradise of ignorance and bliss is not laid out for those who know things
and understand things....

your knowledge...your insights.....are to be your burden....
the more you know...the more it hurts....causes conflicts....confusions.....terrible realizations....
the naive ideals of youth are the tragic jokes of maturity.....

and here i am....your madness...
all a twitter at our proximity to one another....
before you float to the next order of business, remember this:
i am always with you....standing right beside you.....
curled up in your head...pushing buttons....turning dials....
drugging you with the inspiration
that pushes out from the pipe-works and leaks down your walls....
keep your eyes on the pressure, love...
keep your eyes on the pressure
for you don't
want me
to crack."



storyline began somewhere behind us with a pic called rabbit holes