One stream of time is not complex enough, in fact we repeat ourselves with out knowing it, we become dull and half witted, even the best of us, dragged down while going upwards in ideals, we fake, we destroy with our drugged qualities, and the block universe becomes heavy, then frozen, so we can't blame, ourselves, but it is dark, and the computer must be at fault, must be evil, and we turn it on, then we smile, and try to laugh, but nothing comes out, so we scroll as if dreaming, our head hunched like a hunch back, as if we won.