Shape without form.
Shade without color.
Paralysed force.
Gesture without motion.

We are the hollow women... the stuffed women.
Violent souls... tortured spirits.
Our dried voices, when whispered together...
Are quiet and meaningless as wind in dry grass.

Remember us... for it is a new day.
A new dawn.
The time is now.
I'm Krysta.
Krysta Now.

Join us for an in depth discussion of the penetrating issues facing society today.
Issues like terrorism.
Civil rights.
Education.
Crime.
Poverty.
Abortion.
Quantum teleportation.
Teen horniness.
War.

For this... this is the way the world ends.
This is the way the world ends.
This is the way the world ends.

Not with a whimper... but with a bang.