Spending to much time masturbating my mind, in darkened room with a dim light glowing old masters of philosophy whisper obsenity. Enough, death and decay I pile them each upon onother in box after box with lids taped tight. Labled too, I put them in a closet covered with rags and forgot. Below this pile another waits also hidden and forgot, speechs of meglomaniac heros escaped from some red lit hell.