Let's Atrophy The Departed

The barrel of a weapon is pointing at you, in fact its alread beneath your skin and if you were to stop you might actually smell the ammunition a finger pull away from your disconnected brain matter. Just how do you expect the blood and bone surrounding it to stop the blast?
Where did this weapon come from and why is it pointing at you, well it is simple really, just stop and think. No seriously, just stop and think. Come up with it yet?
When you close your eyes do you hear a terrified voice screaming, "Movement in the treeline!" Do you hear, "I.E.D!" Do you hear, "Crash, code blue, sorry sir, you can't come back here!" Or do you hear "The driver was drinking and had a blood alcohol level of..." Maybe you hear, "I want to join the National Guard."
The poison is coming mother and father, sister and son. The wind is going to blow your sand castle into the sea and all the shells along the shore are just gonna give you that thousand yard stare, it's nothing new to them.

- Chris Mansel

After The Turning of The Wheel

Possessing a dream can lend to the eye someone once said and that entails that you are awake in the dream. This defeats the scientific makeup of rapid eye movement and wouldn't that be a ticket to drag down to the market and sell by the ounce. In a dream a man cross himself in the traditional Cathoilc prayer north/south/east/west and assumes the stance of an animal on all fours. He begins to growl and behind him an engine starts up and out of his mouth fires three rounds of ammunition. Upon the eye of the dreamer blood splatters and the chorus of singers erupt on the car radio mounted to the engine block. The man breaks the stance and jumps back and begins tearing apart the engine and eating it. He stops before ingesting the radio and thus the music does not stop. In a dream color can lend to the viewer a better reality, a market shift in the process whereupon he or she will feel they have expierenced something no one else ever have and they will feel the need to share it with everyone else. This begins the dreaded art of advertising and the downfall of conversation after the turning of the wheel.

- Chris Mansel