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It is ever elusive, some call it the quickening, Some call it sleep. So many thoughts of times long gone but they never seem to leave the mind. Vivid fixations focused solely on explosions, corruptions, sensory smells and death. How is this possible, why is this possible, for what purpose do these things exist even if only in ones mind? Commercialism lives on, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, turn it on, it will be there waiting for you...