Three May Keep A Secret If Two Of Them Are Dead

if you have something real to say to this world, something else will come along to fill up all the available time; truth is the one thing not allowed down here the self is a repository that has been collecting things since the first man had the first thought, and if you don't believe this, the primal fear of deadly snakes still remains very much awake in our dreams to this day as a warning of imminent danger your thoughts get strung out from place to place when you travel, and others can read them like signposts along the highway i can feel you arriving before I know you are traveling this way, and the dying can be felt leaving their bodies before they realize it themselves; departures and journeys are not what they seem down here loud music frightens in the presence of others; the loudness will unveil fragility and capability they did not know you possessed because I can be so deadly at the heart of me, I must pretend to the innocence of a child or risk execution