nightmares
I would rather become a bhuddist monk than give in to your notions of games and stilted jibe. I am sick and tired of mediocre values coveted in society. I will strive for a new existence planning the destruction of my special enterprise-- remodification of existing hell, eventual city of illusion. All people can visit if they are willing to take up residence and witness the traumatic cataclysm each & every night. A city of crystals and countless baubels, dedicated to the beauty of human illusion, a lost cause of fake spiritualism, although real sorcery. On better days I would abandon and recognize folly... but the infernal treasure stands apart like existence itself, among such barren hills.