Lost in something closest to true gnosis,na sociopath's neurosis born from hours spent scornednand transposing messages intentionally skewed and bentnthat have encoded why humanity has gone the way of the post script'n.after the experience, a daunting afterthought lingers, a tenacious sailor's knotntying up past and present momentsnwith the promise of a futurenlying gagged and sedated on a polyester cot...npay attention to the golden spiral that dictates a certain degree of mind rot,nor mind not anything that comes closestnto knowledgeable or knowledge less true gnosis'...nthat ever strived for second of superceding darknessnwith its umbrella shaped harnessnthat efficiently prepares each and every one of usnfor absolute nothingness.