[JVinazza]

we live a life caught in imagination
imitation of art is life
imitation of life is art
apart from a 2 dimensional perspective
instigation of a perpetual retrospective
Never Ending Memories construct our current perspective
All for an inventive notion of self-worth
Self or God becomes the question?
Divinity is the incentive.
What you think is what you create?
What you think is.
And thoughts are nothing more than a train of memories on tracks,
Memories carrying loads of shit to the next station.
What coal fuels your engine? Anger, Guilt, Fear, Stress?
What track line defines your path as the horizon unwinds towards death?
Now Boarding the 4:20 to Happy Land