Insolent minds; welcome to the view, sounds and colors climbing to your heart's delight. Pull down the blinds, nobody's watchin' you. Marvelous assumption, rendering of sight. Cords become chains; technology a prison, emaciated ecstasy, languishing reception. Soul starved refrains require a new incision. Dying; while supplying, cures for old infection. Make no mistake; I too love release, and I like to feed from my blank screen. Known to placate; anything for peace, but I'd rather tend to musings in between. And yet still we rise; attention to the masses, paying, bowing, lowly, to the gods we hold so dear. News',dues come slowly;to the quivering classes, sheep approach the slaughter, grinning ear to ear.