THE CANNONOMICON

I once felt the life in my veins. Was electric. But to be truly Lost... is electricity and a strange numbness at the same time. With every death, me spark mixes with something alien and divine. And when the dream ends, ye wake up on th' shores of yer long-lost passing. Again and again and again. Every journey be breathless and infinite! Every moment awake is a gift! And a poisoned fruit. I've seen the end though! I've seen when the spark gives up! There be nothing left but formless energy! Ethereal fire! It only takes time! And time, I think, is all we have. - <i>Captain L. Wright</i>