From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: I saw in him all that could have been, but will never be.
Quiet, frozen, catatonic.
He stands; judging&��gaze fixed, callous through a thick clarity. Blank canvas blue&��staring straight with unseeing, un-blind eyes. Those eyes&�& prismatic, kaleidoscopic, distorted and vegetate, hidden by the wide white silence of his screla; a thin glaze like the sheen of ice&��deadpan reflections of the blank and banal world beyond his shell. Out of touch. Out of reach.
Rigid, solid, cadaverous.
Stiff muscles, holding limbs unwavering; tendons begging, screaming to recline, to move. A hollow corpse, filled with life, sheltered deep inside this nightmarish paralysis. Can he move? Can he think? His lips form no words, but his eyes convey a message&��a message I have never heard, never seen. Can he breathe, is he alive? There is no respite&��nothing but an effigy, a figurine, a manikin, a limited pallet of endless possibilities.
I wonder&��is it an epiphany, miraculous, or a cataleptica, disastrous? Is he consented, liberated, or frozen, restricted. Hiding his will, or without it?
Quiet, frozen, rigid.
P.S. I have missed you.
Why don't you head over to your inventory and see what you got!
Around and Around,
These dancers go.
When will they stop?
Only the Band and Admin know.
Let us join these crazy fools,
Going in circles with decorative flare.
When, oh when will the band ever stop?
Only the dancers will know.
Team Rocket's Profit Expansion Division
Buson and Bashou
This hat is zetta sexy. Perfect for my opus. Thank you.
And yes, I would say that only the dancers will know, 'cause I'm not dancing anymore after that scientist almost blew up the entire place.