I am rewriting your life. I'm going to start with the middle this time and then end two days from now. The visions are getting clearer, but we will need to douse the rags before setting them on fire or the plan will not work. Radio once you've received this and then call the Nigerian operator when you are done with the transmission. We will be waiting at the bridge with a truckload of sadness and dents in our once optimistic spirits.

Flags raised high, spirits low as the sun crumbles. Ingrained.

Fear and masked bandits riding into the night. Miserable fortune. Wolves. Passive.

Never say never.

Live like Hume. Live to exhume. I can see your bones. Rotten tears. I'm glad you were worried. I don't think you understand how much you've made me hate you. Rotten trick you played.

Remember the day you quit dreaming? Your soul does.