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I’m not who you want me to be.I exist in a world governed by a strange set of rules, handed down trough generations from the crazed engravings of a brilliant madman. In this bizarre existence, I strive to maintain control of myself while demons and angels in the guise of news anchors and salesmen try to lure me in conflicting directions with sinister smiles and outstretched hands. I make my own path, knowing that no one can be trusted.I maneuver silently through the city streets, roaming with packs of wild pedestrians between crumbling skyscrapers that reach towards the heavens in some strange attempt by man to get closer to god, probably in an effort to usurp his throne. With a Coltrane soundtrack and only alcohol for nourishment, I sit and watch as the world scrambles at a frenzied pace, just trying to keep the clock ticking.I wait.I lock my self in cavernous basement rooms in the pursuit of knowledge or I retire to some dark hole in the wall, with dive-bar-blues and a few time-capsule compatriots. This is my existence. This is the world I live in, or rather, this is the thin sheet of glass upon which my hammer rests. It is arrogantly transparent and it begs to be shattered, but I haven’t the strength to set that array of crystalline shards into motion…I am not who you want me to be, but I exist, I assure you that…perhaps more so than any one you’ve ever known.************* “There isn’t any ice breaker that could break through this life of ours, this extremely transparent and permanent crystal†Zamyatin, We (Record 21)