The world has fallen bellow expectation. The cries of the darling ones are a daunting image upon the bleeding toxic rhinestone. Our sky has fallen, and yet your doing this to us? You, who has claimed nothing less then a queen of our domain and our cause, undermined us in such a sordid manner?
We were suppose to be family, weren't we? Well, family can be ex-communicated.
Let's play a little game. Let us pretend that this little dice game actually means something. That we actually play something other than queers and whores. This has always been our game, as little as that means. It was something though, right? By forging our own little dirty secrets, we tried to rebel against everything that oppressed our desire and passion for life. It made us all feel like we had some little bit of meaning inside the cybernetic birth of the pedestrian lifestyle. So the idea was born.
And thus, the idea became the institution.
What were fighting for matters. Even if to nobody but us. It's for our home. And you have the audacity to try to sell our senses like this and humiliate us? Fine. You can be alone if you want to be.
Even broken, we are still here in all of our refrain. This fight will continue on.