A matinee of delightful destruction. The end is near and so clear, how beautiful my dear.

I hope we have enough popcorn.

I see a delicious demise, oh how tasty. Do you think there will be seconds?

A pilgrimage for a patriarch, dual in design,

The cosmos calls, the heartstrings entwine.

In search of belonging, on grand and earthly scale,

In Louis de Broglie's ripples, a union to unveil.

Greed's brilliant blaze shadows love's warm hue.

Bell stole Meucci's chime, and we remain blind to the crime.

From noble aims to ruinous illusion.

Jump. Repeat. Jump. Repeat. Jump. Repeat.

Stuck in our bubbles, we rarely break free.

(Burdens of Wishful Living) Don’t lose you head, its your bowl buddy

It seems so reasonable. Save and you will be fine. But there's a fine on your mind. A hidden lie told by the swine, that your debt will never be settled.