Lux et Voluptas

Light and pleasure, for the ethereal spiritual being under a human existence. But were is this day to day train going with us? Does he think he can take us as far as we want to go? Remembering back to my first days of work, I was thinking: is this all?
Well here we go again, flasks of home made drugs, with ethyl methyl names that sound like the effect they provide. And a blast of cool and another blast of wonder, but suddenly its back to the work bench again, snore.
We try again. And off we blast to the nearest bar, disco, fest hall. Its winter solstice every Saturday. Where we behave like the awesome type of the time, lie about our style. And maybe take the prey home, or was I the one tattooed? After all the best trick the devil ever pulled was making you believe he didn’t exist.
And the pursue of pleasure is still there… Waiting.
But hey, not all is there and none is lost, we’ve got a style of our own, we’ve got the skills to make land shake and we belong to ourselves with great success.