Batteries Not Needed

Poncho:

Please feed regularly. Please keep hydrated. Proper grooming and cleansing suggested to maintain social acceptance. Appropiate amounts of entertainment are required to maintain a level of happiness. Lack of happiness will lead to unwanted results. Please keep at appropriate temperatures, materials are capable of being added to maintain temperature. Sleep is required. Social interaction is highly recommended. Please maintain proper waste facilities.

Do not kick repeatedly. Do not stab, punction, or inject any foreign object into speciman at any time. Do not overfeed. Do not force any excessive amount of liquid into the digestive track. Do not ignore. Do not clean with chemicals. Do not use as coat rack. Do not allow physically aggressive specimen to interact with others. Do not suffocate. Do not allow to swim without proper supervision. Do not freeze.

If for any reason your speciman is unhappy or lacks the affection you are desiring please contact shipping and a new speciman will be happily sent. If for any reason your speciman becomes unruley and begins to talk back, inject the supplied five vials immediately. If for any reason your speciman begins to produce more speciman please contact humanity control. For any other questions please contact your local human supplier.

-Evad

Just Lucky

Poncho:

It is the moments of our deepest and darkest despairs, that comfort will find us in forms that could have never of been foreseen. It will awaken the mind, it will release a forgotten time, it will prove to be nothing mere than life changing. My time has passed me by far more rapidily than one would like. I felt my life crumbling through my hands, my flame was flickering. It was slowly fading away but fate seemed to have other plans.

I told myself not to, I would only be inflicting more pain from my wound of sorrows if I proceeded with my idea. I refrained, I remained, I trembled. Then at my lowest moment, when the pain was about to take that last breath from my flame, a sound of an angel plucked me from the mostrous grip of my own self pity. The very thing that I believed would cause my final demise, had truely proven to be the hidden beauty.

Green as the color of life, I have seen a vision that only a few fortunate souls have had the oppurtunity to behold. As much as I do desire, I understand that greed will slowly consume my comfort that has been so preciously placed upon my doorstep. I must act in a very intelligent form if I do want to be truely happy. For now I can only hope, let there be those eyes, smiles and those ever so delicate mannerisms.

-Evad

Gatekeepers

Poncho:

Behind ever face, within every mind, resides a world of unimaginable proportions. They are places of hope and despair. Places that yield the very product of our immeasurable intelligence. We are the gateway to these worlds, allowing a select few to pass to and from our highly secure world. Many of us keep these worlds locked up tight, keeping all we can from the rest of the world. Some of us enlighten others by expression their world through art and design. Some of us will even bring devices we see within our enslaved world and pass them on to another.

We are the creators of the tangible world. What we really experience are just bits and pieces of those visions from another's enslaved world. We also possess the ability to use our enslaved worlds to destroy what others have given us. Our enslaved worlds can release the vials of evil onto our brethren. We are now the destroyer of worlds. We are the gatekeepers. We are nothing more than a voice of reason, a faint voice.

-Evad

Your Enemy You

Poncho,

There exist a world of greed and sorrow. No longer do the people of this planet worry about the limits on the consumption of their vital resources. No longer do these people respect what provides them with the nessicities for life. They go about their days consuming and consuming without question of the consequences of their brutal way of life. Days of this life style turns into years and from there decades and so on.

One day these people awakened, only to realized that they were hungry. They turned around and saw that they neighbors were dying. They saw the countries who had centuries of peace began to slaughter the weak and ransack what little amounts of energy the could find. They asked them self how did this come to be? A young man stands up amongst a crowd and proclaims that they have brought this burden upon themselces. He proclaim that they were the reason behind this sudden onslaught of war, disease, famine, and death. They have destroyed the very thing that gives them life, they had smothered and selfishly drained every last drop of energy that they biosphere had to offer.

Within no time this world's greatest civilizations parished into the dust. Leaving behind the buildings, knowledge and way of life. The planet had died and decayed. The people of this world had to depend on the sun for energy...without knowing how to harvest this energy in efficient matters the population dropped from billions to only thousands. They last few left right of their unhealthy ways and damn themselves as "The Virus", the one that lead to the extermination of their race.

-Evad

Hidden within Time

Poncho,

It was only once, how could it be? I listen but your barely speaking. I watch but your hard to see. My red light is blinking. forget how to just be. My hands are shaking. My breathe is taken. Sometimes it is good not to see.

Lets go to the store. Lets leave when we are wanting more. Forget our worries. Silk beauty of the forbidden sea. Posessing the qualites that only the blind can see. Lets join the life of the ones who dont care. We will enjoy the eternity that we can only see. The time we spent just you and me.

-Evad

Areas

Poncho:

For days now I have just been going without care. No longer have I thought about what my life means or what it should mean. No longer do I worry about what could have been or what might have been. All I know now is what truely did happen. It is hard to live without want. Its hard to live without thinking you know what you really want. How can we not want?

I look around me and I recognize everything I see. Can we really sum up everything in just three sentences that explains everything that is me? How dissappointing. All our lives makes us avoiding. Who are we truely? How can we tell? No one thinks like you do.

Lets follow a pattern. I'm good. We're good. Routine becomes routine. We are worst than a nicotine fiend. Please still talk to me. Call me back. We are still clean. Have I lost my mind? There we go, always looking for something when there is nothing to find.

-Evad

Something Glowing

Poncho:

It is as I am lost without knowing. Who are these people I am around anyways? All of the sudden I touched by something glowing. My mind is overwhelmed by her presence. Time for me has stopped flowing. I want so much more than its showing. My dreams are unfolding. It diminishes the glowing. My life is once again unknowing.

Here we are going. The times are a flowing. My true expressions aren't showing. I can not escape, the fellings so great. I most be much stronger for the time ahead is not for me. Its for everyone else. The future is not for you only. I must remain lonely to show the true expression of self. No one can with hold me not if I want to become me.

Life is not the same. Now it is all about the brain. No longer do we accept our heart. The technical age is upon us. We are losing ourselves. I am moving away. No longer to accept. You can come back. Its now the future. We were just young then. Then why are we just as lost as then?

-Evad

Who We Are

Poncho:

Most of us never realize half of those around us. It is an odd thing how we react to one another. Who we make friendships with, who we tend to ignore, and who we only know as aquantances. With the coming of every day is another person who we place in one of our catergories. We may never know that person's name but we know for a fact that that person did exist. It is also at that moment that that person becomes part of your life. The odd thing is what makes that person become more than just a part.

It seems that most friendships come out of share experiences. Some experiences will bring out more of a connection between people. For instance, two people who served in a war together might enjoy an everlasting bond while two people who served fast food to hungry customers might loss that bond as soon as they drive off for home every night. It seems the more dramatic the experience the greater the bond between people.

It is hard to tell what friendships are until our world acts upon this friendship. May it be death, relocation, sickness or isolation, we usually dont realize what we have at the present. Everything is taken for granite. As time passes things change. Is this were true friendship prevails? Only time will tell. For now, it has been nice knowing you.

-Evad

DoesEverythingRunTogether?

Poncho:

Saveme. ForIcannotswim. Ourworldhassmotheredme. Youcannotbreathe. Infact,youdonotbreathe. Youliveontheideasofothers. Youthriveonwhatyoudontknow. Youseeintheonlywayyouweretaughttosee. Whocareswhatisactuallyoutthere? Whatifwewrotelikethis? Tousnowthisisoneword. Whatifyoukilledyourself? Wouldthislookdifferent? Howwouldyoupreceiveyourworldwhenyourlifechanges? Willitbetheexactsameasitisnow? Willyoustillhavesomanyquestion? Areyoudrowningyet? Ican'tbreathe. Letsfaceourfears. Wearealreadydead. AsyoureadthisImaybedecease. Imayhavebeendeceaseforayearoramillionyears. Doyouthinkeverythingisrelatedtosomethingelseorisitcompletelyrandom. IknowIam. Whoreallygivesashitaboutyou. Iloveyou. Gotobed. Noonewantstohearyou. DocFellYay. Lookatyourlifeasnooneelsehas. Youwillfindeverythingyoueverwanted. Youwillexperiencemorethanyoucouldimagine. Smileformeagain. Totheendofthischangeintothenext. Hopefullyyouwillbewaitingformeunliketheothers.

-Evad

Suicide

Poncho:

Your name is worthless and you have no care. Your life is spiraling down to the ground. Life brings you changes when no one else is around. You decide that life is too much to bare and you shut your eyes. Soon you awaken and you realize who is there? You stare at your bandages and your eyes start to tear. Who the hell found me? What I am still doing here? You dont understand and all that you hear is child what brought you this fear?

Now that they see that your well as can be and have given you all the attention that you need. They have all left you and your all alone. You look in the mirror and your eyes close again. Your mind starts to wonder as you search for answers. Who the hell I am? Why I am here? Is there a meaning or I am just here?

Now you are sitting in your favorite chair. You search through your mind to see what is there. You hope to find nothing but it is not what you find. For there is one thing that resides in your mind. The very thing that you were trying to end. You know understand but it is not the end. For now the one thing that you wanted to end brings upon you a new type of fear.

-Evad

Who are you there?

Poncho,

I can't bring myself to understand. My transition of self. Today I bid farwell to the person I have been for the past few years. I now enter into a new life where I have become a new form of person which I have yet to understand. I have left her behind as well. I have escaped my past. No longer am I stuck in a world of make believe. I can move free. Time has come for me to just be.

Who knows what has finally brought me upon this revalation of mine. This new life enlightenment. But now, who am I? Why do people love me? Why do I come off so fascinating? Is it because I am really you? There is something there. I can't exactly say what but something is going to happen. I can feel around me.

Who is she? Whats behind that smile? What exactly is that oscillating from her eyes? This new addicting vibe? Breath. Tongue tingles and spreads to the soul. The loss of control. Goodnight to one and a turn to a humble hello. Image captivates the eye. Infection enters the mind. For a second your blind. Bliss. You no longer fear death. We are finally there. Destinations.

-Evad

Reason

Poncho:

You may reach out but they can not be grasped. You may peak through the blinds but their image you will not see. For what I speak of can only exist through you and me. We are the hosts to these parasites. It is through us that they will live on and it is also through us that they will die. We are as vital to them as they are to us.

They control are live. These companions of us, which can not be detected by any medical device. For they dont exist in the physical sense. It is the mental realm in which they roam. Not everyone possess they same parasites but each one is as contagious as the next. It is through our words and expressions that they are passed on.

You may ask, are we better without these parasites. Would you give up your sense of reason? Would you give up your believes...everything you know...your ideas? Some we can do without and others will show us what it is all about. It is in one that you must use to distinguish between the great and the unthinkable.

Animal. IDEA. Being. REASON. Holy.


-Evad

Blink Of An Eye

Poncho:

Before you know it, it is time to go. You may always look forward to a moment but as soon as you reach it, you must go. Turned into nothing but another memory. A figment of your history. How real are these moments we experience? Do they mean anything? Does it prove we exist? Tomorrow can mean many things just like other words. It could be 24 hours from now, it could be years from now, or it could be thousands of years from now. Tomorrow will always exist, it is just that we will not ever get to see tomorrow. It is a true figment of our imagination. If you are reading this, I love you.

Who will you be tomorrow? Who are you today? Who are the people you know? How do they play a part in your life? Recently, I have realized that human contact is a necessity of my everyday life. If I try to go without it for a day, I find myself fantasizing about it more than I do when I partake in it everyday. Is this our poison? If you are reading this, I love it when you smile at me.

Time. It is the only thing between who you are today and who you will be tomorrow. I dont like to think of time as seconds, minutes, or hours. I like to think of it in term of moments. One moment you are this doing that, the next you are that doing this. If you are reading this, don't forget.


almost like a part of me,
possessing the key to set me free,
hidden away, deep in thought
you look at me, then i am caught
slowly you dissappear
confidence turns into fear,
moments begin to pass
without you, how could it last?
everyday feelings still overcome,
my thoughts of unhappiness...


-Evad

The Only Way

Poncho:

The last few nights, it seems that I have come across this problem. A problem so grand it takes complete control of me. The thing is though, that I think I should just let it go. Watch it fly right out the window. It just might get the best of me if I don't just stop paying attention to it. Tomorrow, it will just come right back up again. How come things like this just keep coming back up at the worst times?

Torture is the sacrifice that we all must embrace to endure before times of great enlightenment fall across our souls. This is the reason why I don't know what to think of it. It so comes off like a close example of Dr. Jeykll and Mr. Hyde. At times she is so close and others she is just out of reach. Why can't I just be left alone but why does she hide? Do the things you truely feel come out when yor out of your mind?

I am torn between two diferent views. My brain tells me to go one way while my heart pulls me the other way. Anyways I will tell you one thing, it would be just so great to go back. Too bad that seems to be just out of question. For a few weeks from now, my thoughts may lose their meaning. My feelings will be lost in a sea of questions. What may be, will never have been. On that note, I end this transmission. Don't you worry, I am still writing...

-Evad

Before

Poncho:

It is odd how your past comes back to haunt you. You can be cruising through the times and suddenly SMASH!! You hit a part of your past. How do you handle these things? It is not like you can change them. They have happened and there is nothing you can do about it.

They always comes back up. One more than others. Should I express joy or regret when our paths cross again? I wonder how they feel? Oh well, I guess I will have to just deal with it.

I try to continue on but my anchor is stuck in a massive clam that continues to clamp onto it with no intension to let go. As if it was protecting a treasure so great that no life could enjoy its benefits for the shear shock of its beauty would cause a sudden electrical impulse that would stop the beating of the heart. So in this cause, is this clam protecting me from what will happen if I am able to move on, or is it holding me back from a wonderful life? I can see her as the pearl in that clam. If it is someone new or someone trapped within my past? I can not tell, I guess I will just have to shout full steam ahead and hope one day I may reach that pearl.

-Evad

Thoughts

Poncho,

Does your life have meaning? Can you keep going on day after day? Do you ever get tired of everything you do? Do you have trouble making up your mind? I do. My mind wonders from one idea to the next. I like to drink. I don't think as much when I do. It is probably not good, but it is easier. Should we always look for the easy way out?

I want to be crazy. I don't want to live a perfect life. I want adventure. I am stuck though. Living a life that is suppose to be expected rather than a life that is unknown. What better suspense is there than that which happens to you that you have no idea might happen? I can't wait to see what tomorrow has in store for me. What will I learn tomorrow, who will fall in love with me tomorrow, who will disagree with me tomorrow?

I am not sure what I really wanted to write about tonight but I did want to write something. Forget all that you know for what you have learn has only been thought of by those before you. You have the chance to come up with something that no one else will ever know. You have the chance to visualize an idea that only you have thought. We all have the chance to create, but not all of us will do this. For we are not what we want to be, we are what we have to be.

-Evad

Antidote

Poncho:

Poison flows into our minds from the world around us. It casts out what is essential. It makes us suffer and makes us evil. For when we are unable to tolerate this poison, simple things become intolerable. Our visions on reality are severely skewed. Our perceptions on the values of life are enveloped. We can no longer see what is truely there.

The beauty of one's soul has long been lost. This is the price of our poison. Beauty has become an ideal. It is solely based on appearance which is portrayed through the vessel of our information age poison. Slowly and surely it will bring us to our end.

The poison has also taken away our imagination, our urge to explore, our desire to think, and our will to live. It engulfs our children. It has decayed our minds. Break free from it, the only antidote for this poison is realizing what it is. All of us have fallen victim to this impurity.

-Evad

Other

Poncho:

I have located the point of my depression. I have determine the soure of my obsession. I have figured out that which drives me. I know of what I can never always have. I am one without the other. A person without a reflection.

You are my inspiration. The source of all my accomplishments. Either if you are by my side or gone from the sight of eyes, you are the one that drives me.

Lost touch, that does not matter. Contact has since decayed, but memories they still invade. Such a radiant complextion. An aura that brings life to all that surrounds. A personality of an angel. You are my everything, someones perfect daughter.

Enjoy your life that lays before you, enjoy the gifts that you deserve, and remember all that you have accomplished. Remember what you do to me, without you...I would of never found my way.

-Evad

Without You

Poncho,

Three years from now I will be dead. No more great nights of drunken glory, no longer will I dream of things to come, or no longer will I be adored by those who surround me. My time has came and past me before I could realize who I am. Now I am only a pile of decaying organic matter.

Every time I enjoy a conversation with my best friend, that is one less conversation we will ever have. After you read this message, there will be one less message for you to read from me ever. Every time you partake in anything there will be one less time that you will enjoy that certain experience.

We live in a world of limited experiences. We go through life thinking nothing of this. Before we know it our kids will be having kids, our beautiful skin will be covered with wrinkles, and our graves will lay before our souls. We are creatures giving a wonderful chance but are doomed with mortality.

Shall you live your life to the fulliest, or will you waste it? Are the things your doing now making you happy or are they slowly killing you? These are some of the question you should ask yourself before you end up destroying your existence.

We are the sons and daughters of the damned. We belong to nothing that is so special. Our existence means nothing. Our souls will be lost forever. Think of evey person in the world, how do you compare? Do you stand out? Will you be remembered? Without you, I am lost. Without you, I am alone. Without you, nothing seems fimilar.

-Evad

The Temple That is Within

Poncho:

You hide them deep inside. For no one else to find. What is the point of using them in a world of constant doubt? I speak of what you know, of things you can't accept. You try to live your life, by doing things you do not like. You lie to yourself and say everything is alright. Always wanting more, so you can forget what you ignore.

The thing is that we all do this. We are trapt in a constant fight. Always stuck without anything, well maybe constant fright. A fright we cant ignore, a battle that never ends. Is there anything that we can do? Most of us have no clue.

Listen to what is inside, do what feels right. Do not think with your mind, it will all come in time. The answer is not in what you conclude. If you look deep within, the answer has... has always been.

Our world changes what we truely feel, our thoughts are corrupted. If you take away the world, the simpleness it brings. Now you can truely really see, nothing left but me.

-Evad

You Can See Them in the Mirror

Poncho:

There exists this world that is very much similar to that of our own. Everything possesses the same qualities as it does here. The sky is just as blue, the grass is the exact same shade of green, and humans populate most of the surface. There is just a single difference between our world and theirs. For they lack certain feelings. They have never experienced compassion. They have never feared, loved, or enjoyed.

The lack of these feelings has allowed them to surpass us in technology. They have explored the universe. Everything is perfect. For without these feelings they have gained one advantage over us. An advantage that has brought them into perfections that we could never imagine. As this may be their advantage, some may say it has ultimately doomed them all.

No longer our these peole distracted by entertainment, fear, or love. The live everyday without looking forward to upcoming events, the never show sadness for ones they would of loved who have passed on. They just do what comes natural to them. They do what the ones before them have done.

Everyday the rush off to school, work, or whatever it may be that they have decided to do with their life. They return home later. At first they just sit there. Within minutes they work on things to improve their live. Never to stop, for no matter what they invent or accomplish, their life is exactly the same as it was before. Life to them is about accomplishing rather than enjoying.

Remember this world when you feel like you are not being what you should be. Remember this world when you don't accomplish what is expected from you. Remember this world when you fell like your life is a failure. For it is not in what we do but rather in how we precieve and live our life.

-Evad

Once Again, It Repeats

Poncho:

It is almost as if everything sickens me. Or maybe it is that certain situations happen more often then what they use to. It is not that I am really upset or dissappointed in things, it is just that I never feel the way that I use to. I just don't think I can ever do it again. I mean what is the point anyway? Once you have lost that certain someone, what really is the point?

I have once heard that true love happens only once in a lifetime. Have I really died that many times? I just cant open up to anyone anymore. Most people only experience death once. I on the other hand have been cursed with a much greater burden. It seems to get worse as the experiences continues on.

Can you imagine a life without heartbreak? Can you think of a life where nothing dulls your spirit? I meet different people everyday but yet I still feel as if I go unnoticed. There are nights where i feel that I should never go to sleep . Nights where I feel more alone then I have ever been. Nights where I think, if I only stay up just a little longer then maybe I might meet someone who will bring me out of this never ending mood.

Tomorrow I will wake, tomorrow I will make, tomorrow I will die again. If only this memory would not dull the wonders of the day.

-Evad

Simplicity

Poncho:

I have never thought of when I first noticed its existence. How is it that something that is so simple can be so important? How is it that there is so much of it? Have you ever thought of it? It has such incredible power. It can create life as well as destroy it. It has given us so much but yet shows us no mercy. It has brought joy to the eyes of our young and it has stuck fear in our hearts. It has brought out our compassion for others and has aided us in times when we seak revenge.

Yet, I believe we take it for granite. We destroy it without question. And doing so, we are killing ourself. You must realize what it is and its importance. Without it we will all parish. Death will become our world. Transferring our planet into nothing but a rock.

-Evad

Time Machine

Poncho:

Just recently I had celebrated my 72nd birthday. 50 years ago, I would never of imagined that I would be where I am today but that is the story of Life. You never know where it will take you. One minute you are studying hard for finals and then the next minute you are frantically running for your life from a stampede of elepahants in South Africa. Memories seem to be all I have left.

As you enter into the final years of your life there are a fews things that becomes a part of your everyday life. An uncontrolable bladder and the thought that you have missed out on something important. I have always known what I missed out on but it has not been until recently that I realized how much I lost.

That thought haunts me everyday. It is for this reason that I have designed and built a time machine out of everyday household materials. I won't go into any details but some of the substances that were used were a minature particle accelerator, a supercolidder, a package of neutrinos and some drain-o. I also wrote a script for the TV series MacGuyver that deals with the building of this machine.

I plan to go back 50 years to the time of the incident. I am not sure if I can change what has happened but I plan to do all that I can. Tomorrow I am coming back. My only goal is to obtain that which I have lost.

-Evad