easy, words no longer come easy, scsi, xml, poetry on data destroying magnetic strips, placed on bookshelves filled with knowledge bound by dead trees, futures stretched out infinitely, free will and destiny fight hand in hand for tomorrow whilst the past is set in stone, until archeologists dig it up, with better understands, to make it clear what was, but time passes still, and you gotta wonder, so many faces, so much beauty, so much of the same, never ending, long black coat after long wool black coat, charcoal gray slacks, black button downs, will it never cease, will it never stop, with the madness never end?