trash bags

life is like trash bags. or rather trash. the bags are the past. we live a day then put the day in the past. throw that shit out. some we keep in our ego the rest we leave in our subcoscience....the shit we really don't want escapes to the unconscience. instead of going to a landfill like trash bags, our life of past lives continuesly in the 4th dimension or in the realms of dark matter. you see, indeed, we are just disposable arts of an inter-dimensional war i like to call the 3-4 battle of eternity.