F*CK DREAMS

Waiting for some unrealistic revelation to take place is comparable to waiting for wings to grow from our backs or gills to slit open in our necks. Sure, evolutionary advances, scientific debauchery, or even elegantly crafted illusions might lead the naive to accept such a miracle. But to those with perhaps an ounce of cynicism we find the world replete with let-downs. Our candor gets us only so far and our aloofness simply circumnavigates our vessel of hope back into poignant waters.