'Tyme n' Spaze -2 : black balloon..'

" ..The Maddnezz ..imbeaded in every corner of the Spaze Caze's existance.. trapped in the constant contradiction of continual,cunfusing hypocrcy. Death is mearly a chance for freedom from what now is hell. Spaze Caze sometimes does not fear the Maddnezz..and may not ever understand it. Spaze is an invader who takes on the Invader of his existance. Maybe Spaze will soar beyond the black balloons..defeat the Maddnezz and find his home. Spaze may be devoured by the crafty trickery of the obsessed ONI and loose whatever is left of his heart..the gate to his soul. Or the Spaze Caze and Maddnezz will destroy eachother in a symbiote of choas and death. All remains to be seen in the blurr of time. time isn't real to begin with. And maybe ..not even this story. We'll see.."

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.. the theme for this peice is 'ARC of TIME (Time Code)' by the popular Bright Eyes.. ::

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ARC of TIME (Time Code)
You can make a plan..Carve it into stone
Like a feather falling
That is still unknown..Until the clock speaks up
Says it’s time to go..You can choose the high
Or the lower road

You might clench your fist
You might fork your tongue..As you curse or praise
All the things you’ve done

And the faders move..And the music dies
As we pass over..On the arc of time

So you’ll nurse your love
like a wounded dove..in the covered cage of night
Every star is crossed..by phrenetic thoughts
they separate and then collide
and they twist like sheets..‘til you fall asleep
and they finally unwind..it’s a black balloon,
it’s a dream you’ll soon
deny

I hear if you make friends..With Jesus Christ
You’ll get right up..From that chalk outline

And then you'll get dolled up..And you'll dress in white
All to take your place..In his chorus line

And then in you’ll come..With those marching drums
In a saintly compromise..No more whiskey slurs
No more blonde hair girls..For your whole eternal life
And you’ll do the dance..That was choreographed
At the very dawn of time
Singing “I told you son,..The day would come,
You would die, you die, you die, you die..”

To the deepest part..Of the human heart
The fear of death expands..‘til we crack the code,
we’ve always known..But could never understand
On a circuit board..We’ll soon be born
Again, again, again, again..

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..crayon,inks,colour pencil,MAGIC MARKER,design marker,blood,sweat,jeers,Ph.shop- 11,April 2005