we here at the museum of failure were lucky enough to have the artifact marked as historically important and the reel was shipped across border checkpoints having now seen the collection in its potential final form we now know that these pieces weren't just created by man but by heartbreak, anguish, frustration, infidelity, lust, addiction, divorce and suffering one may imagine the head of a constantly changing beast ripping open the author of these words with more and more blood the head of a fox wearing the young writer's body to prop them up whilst the second head of the pig snuffs out every word of regret this is true failure, embodied and immortalized this is embarrassment painted over the first and last name of the grave (is the recording on?) this is i don't want to see you in heaven by the callous daoboys
