its your move

when we were young, we were taught the alphabets. then with the raw eagerness of youth, we strung them together and assigned them to everything around us to cushion and rationalize our existence. human constructs meant to fashion other constructs in our world, to blasphemeis fear and breed solace in our earthly grotto.

then like a sickly tune of a care- worn carousel; it is our turn to be fashioned with alphabets. the definers defined and assigned their worth, blurring the lines between construct and man.

it is a wicked a game, yet one that has to be played. like pawns too paralyzed to move having caught the scent of the bishop's hunger, we are forced upon our squares. a to c. 1 to 3.

good luck people.