No more sophistry, no futile rhymes. No more metaphors that just waste time. This attempt at art goes out to those who have lost all feeling of repose. This attempt at a manifesto is for scholars for whom knowledge flows. This is a tale of false unionship told by a peasant of rulership. The resignation is due to this: our perpetual supreme abyss, goddess of all the flies in the sky. President for life, we glorify. You got away with a hit but we lie and wait. You got away with it but we ALL lie and wait.