Tribute

Lost in flashes of truth and loathing, absorbing the frantic nature of life and fact, I felt the luster and finish of a set of terms for living, an ideal. Poured from a glass of truth, and faded by the fading dreams of his country's glory he crafted words. His words surrounded him with the kind of ironclad impenetrability, that while it could stave off the onslaught of dissentry inspired narcotic fervor upon his body and soul, could not prevent the insult of age. Giving no heed to an order not his own he empowered the chroniclers of his time, the lost beats of a generation in the throes of fear and tyranny, and finally, he empowered himself. He was the architect of his own biography, a litany against the screwheads, a manifesto for the doomed.


dedicated to the Doctor