'##::::'##:::'#####:::'########: VIVA LA REVOLUCION! CERDO DEL CAPITALISTA!! ##:::: ##::'##.. ##:: ##.....:: =========================================== ##:::: ##:'##:::: ##: ##::::::: THE HELOTS OF ECSTASY PRESS RELEASE #486 !! #########: ##:::: ##: ######::: ZIEGO VUANTAR SHALL BE MUCH VICTORIOUS! !! ##.... ##: ##:::: ##: ##...:::: =========================================== ##:::: ##:. ##:: ##:: ##::::::: "Exploring Yourself... Healthy?" !! ##:::: ##::. #####::: ########: by -> Postal !! ..:::::..::::.....::::........:: 2/10/99 !! !!========================================================================!! I've have such beautiful dreams. Sometimes I lay in bed and dream, (invading my hours of sleep, well, more so replacing them.) I dream of people, of places. of far away lands. There are nights when I see carriages led by horses in a huge processional, in the honor of no one. There are times when I dream I'm laying in the the greass consuming the air with greed that is so vastly provided. I see the sky and the clouds as they drift aff into another dream. There are times when I feel the air on my face, the heat on my skin, the smell of the crisp air devouring every sense. These are the dreams of a lifetime. Of an infinite place and time, where sensation is an illusion and illusions, as we all know, are merely fantasy. There is a solemnity in these dreams of mine. A security. Far from the nightmares of storm clouds and devastation. A oneness with everything and nothing all at once. A separation within unity. A happiness in sorrow, a light in darkness. All of these dreams are like a child's kaleidoscope. Swirling, an undulation fo shapes and colors, almost to the extent of insanity. But, a kaleidoscope has no existence with out the sun. If the burning, heavenly sphere blows it's last exhausted breath and dies away, so do the images it provided in a cylindrical tube. Dependency on the sun is unhealthy and unimaginable. Yet, strangely, a necessity. Why look into the ground for air. Why into the light for darkness, why into yourself for peace. A kaleidoscope of disease and misfortune is all you'll see. There is a system of peace and government of which we all abide. No chaos, no deviation. No outbreaks. But, to dare to expand yourself from this box, is to become a creature far higher in existence than humans. To become god-like, in a sense. To feel freedom and growth, no longer restriction and contentment. Enjoy nothing unless it is uninhabited by limitations, and fear. Trust no one, unless it is insincere. For sincerity is the root of trickery and lies. Believe no one, not even yourself. Growth within is like a butterfly. It knows not it's destination or it's new skin, yet it lives the same; minute by minute. Day by day. Spread your wings into a new existence. A glorious existence unto... "Postal, time for school." God-damn, what the fuck was I thinking. I'd better lay off the caffeine. Oh well, off to school. (Enter Floyd, "We don't need no, education") !!========================================================================!! !! (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #486, WRITTEN BY: POSTAL - 2/10/99 !!