Letters from tomorrow

Live your beliefs.
When conflict dies, humour dies.
When problems are forgotten, empathy and sympathy will cease to exist.

Humanity, definition changed with you.
I am now one with the plethora of ancients.

There is no population concept. Our quantity changes according to the programs the machine processes.

Live I - As one half of "Slit The Throat Of The Assistant"

Velvet Hour, Slit The Throat Of The Assistant, IRD, Jack Hooker
23 January, 9pm
84 Lichfield Street
Entry By Donation

Impulse buying.

I need sugar. badly.

I have been craving it all day. Being alone and unemployed allows you to dwell on stray thoughts.

I become so anxious that I have to drive down the road rather than walk.

I feel better after I walk out of the mall.

DAIRY MILK(TM) Milk Chocolate with Toasted Coconut.

The Indian man behind me is clapping loudly. What does he want?!

I can't make it open to the car without busting the wrapping.

I sit in the driver's seat and feel all my problems go away as soon as the first piece hits my lips.

I become forced to change gear with the other hand as I try to break another piece off.

The front of my head hurts. Mild serotonin overdose?

I don't even need the stuff anymore. Eating for the sake of eating.

No longer hungry. Still eating.

Choking. Almost a sweat.

Stomach aching. Still eating.

[I HAVE FAILED THE GAME OF TEMPTATION]
[SATISFY YOUR CRAVINGS]