Minds floating sprawling enchanted to never-ending heights that dissipate when words answer meaning and bring you down. Living, feeling, thinking...

You might have thought... The rhythm of the sounds bring euphoric meaning to the delight of human excite and this is where our story begins....

You might have thought it to be an old farm town by the dust blowing in the wind and the old rustic and decrepid buildings....

You might have thought it to be a ghost town by the emptiness the breeze brought in and took away with it as it swept through the town.

What you wouldn't have thought was that there was a busy and bustling city beneath this old town....

You wouldn't have thought this because in fact there is no busy and bustling city.

The only thing that lies beneath this old farm town are the feces of a society so corrupt it kills its own self....

EDIT: Spelling - (First addition to the writers society here at ATS... peace be with you)


[edit on 8-6-2005 by 00PS]