Never

Never
by holly brewer
September 12th, 2011

You will never cry
even when the streets turn from grey to red
and the gutters are filled with dead
families from every land
piled for us all to see

You will never ache
even as the blades of grass
lush and green
are made heavy
with blood, sinew, tears and snot

You will never feel sorrow
even when pieces
of our bodies
lay in the town square
and the rain grows pink rivers;
our stories flowing downhills everywhere

You will never rest
even when fragments of our shattered skeletons
litter the bus stops and alleyways
and our intestines lay like party streamers
innumerable

You will never be satisfied
until you have taken not only our lives
but our will to thrive as well.

You will never show fear
even when it is the only sound you hear

You will never grieve
even when we are screaming, "HELP!"
in every single language

You will never cease
even though our legs and arms are
so dislocated
so distorted
that we resemble spiders in honey

You will never apologize
even while we hold our leaking stomachs
near people we don't know
who love us
screaming to us
"Wait right there, don't move!"
"Stay low I'm throwing you a rope!"
"I can drag you"

You will never wait
when we can't hear any more
because the blood filled our ears
from the inside
and the world turns
black
like
night.
silent

You will never feel for us
even as we scramble across the field
to our sister
still holding onto her father.
You will never help us
even though she is screaming,
"There is where his heart should be, That is where his heart was!"
She stands up
She is pink mist

You will never reflect on your actions
even when one moment our son's head was there
and in another moment it wasn't
We hold him now
like no one has ever held you

You will never care
even as your empire tumbles around you
and your families fall apart
because of your corruption and greed

You will never think
that your actions make this Earth out to be anything
but the paradise that it is

You will never change
even when the women and men who serve you
are waking up by the hundreds
They no longer believe in your lies
and now they fight with us
Against you

Those of us here
will plant trees on your graves
to keep time

Those of us you murdered
our souls smile
in a way that only a soul can
smile
There is
no more suffering

It is a terrible loss that
this is the only way
you know how to exist
here

We will never stop resisting you
and
You will never win

Uncle Soggy's Foggy day Fables II

Needles and balancing threads on. Yes. This is not an easy task by any stretch but the Abrogated Munificients care not for considering a task's easiness or difficultness. The Abrogated Munificients merely see a task as "worthwhile or not worthwhile", seeing clearly to the end of each vision to its completion and executing that vision with the utmost vigor and vim. There is not a tie betwixt "hard" and "worth it".
"You say we are pawns in this chessboard of life. We all know what happens when they reach the other side. We are going to the other side."
- an excerpt from the HUMANWINE song The other side

For a Yeryerown every single day is a struggle to maintain "The Army that isn't here to fight"
"A burn for a burn is as useless as apathy. We must make choice through action no matter the fraction we stand for, gutting it's name and denouncing it's claims of you're not me."
- an excerpt from the HUMANWINE song Unentitled States of Hysteria

and to inform the "cogs" of the "Not-Me's" plans and to fend off "The Hordes of Apathy and Fear".
"The Hordes" is a mass of FEAR and APATHY that marauds though all of VINLAND destroying everything that runs from it.
"La Machina came in like a wind from the end."
- an excerpt from the HUMANWINE song The Hordes

The villages destroyed are soon in line to be the villages that once were destroyed but now are new again. Those who carry with them photographs of poof and written truths follow the path of the Yeryerown and rebuild their villages and domiciles sometimes literally by staying and reconstructing and other times metaphorically by embarking on a physical and/or a metaphysical journey toward what it is they truly are, which may or may not require them to become a gypsy/ hobo/ traveler who lives not in a perpetual state of FEAR but rather a constant state of truth seeking and choice making.
"Tide is glowing. Wave's commands are crystal clear by the moon. Blooming buds all over Terra, winter is gone. The dead re-born...Holding keys you gathered last year!"
- an excerpt from the HUMANWINE song Legend of Skeleton Code


Will the Hordes destroy all that is good? Will the Abrogated Munificients find the keys they need in time?
Tune in next NEWSLETTER for more of Uncle Soggy's Foggy Day Fables.
A feature of the HUMANWINE NEWSLETTER.

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CRYPTOGOLY is the science of secure communications, formed from the Greek words kryptós, "hidden", and lógos, "word".
Codes, symbols, puzzles and riddles throughout VINLAND are the only secure form of kommunikashun that the ostracized Yeryerown utilize since they are living under the cloak of the Terrible Not-Me. Gathering keys one by one and unlocking the passageways to truth and choices lead to freewill and a fearless existance, a.k.a. the state of "YerYer".

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A helpful hint before you begin:
"Your yins are your yangs
and your yangs are your yins"
GSV SLFHVH LU GSV YLMVH TLG QFNYOVW!

In a box or a "salad" to away unmeant eyes
is a message from HUMANWINE in disguise!

Uncle Soggy's Foggy day Fables

In the Autumn, the "veil" between life and death is the thinnest, the ghosts walk and the dead sing!

A long time ago in a land far far away... HUMANWINE was called "Veil". We decided on the name Veil because we formed in the Autumn and we felt that our music was an agent between the realm of the dead and the realm of the living. As Veil grew it became obvious that there was another realm that we were fast uncovering..VINLAND, where everything HUMANWINE does takes place. Vinland is a world within a world within a world and so on, much like a fractal.

Used & forgotten objects under the weight of dried earth baked in the sun. There is not enough of an order in the objects around to pin-point a particular social timeline. A post-apocalyptic land where "The Not-Me", an earless, eyeless head with a very large mouth is attempting to manhandle the world and its population to be just like them, to cover the world in fear and thus, control it. Their essential philosophical principle is the awareness of how estranged and different from themselves their surrounding environment is. The trickle down side-effect of such a base mentality is mass segregation. This meticulous work is in support of the Not-me plan to manhandle the world and its population to be just like them.

To a not-me diversity = danger.

As a result art, in its myriad of forms, is the enemy. Individual perception is a blatant attack. The provocation of any will beyond a cogs nightly dosage is considered straight-up treason.
"All the Not-Me Party is marching shaking down these walls with names Not-mes feed on faceless masses. Here's a face you can not eat!"
- an excerpt from the HUMANWINE song Fattest Thin

The Not-me rarely do their own dirty work. This is where the thieves come into the play. The thieves are servant thugs to the Not-me. The main function of the thieves is to disperse the will of the not-me through a pill of lies unto the cog populace. The "Not-ME" breeds thieves that literally come out of it's mouth every evening armed with sacks full of "The Not-Me Pill of Lies". They creep into the homes of the cog populace and place this pill of lies into the mouths of the cog populace while they are sleeping.
"They crawl from the mouth and then fall to the ground out of sight. They burgle the heart of the child and fall them to sleep. By feeding them lies like a pill promising 'It's alright'."
- an excerpt from the HUMANWINE song Wake up!

The Not-me are unafraid to express exactly what their plans are while encouraging the cogs to help carry them out swiftly. Through the eyes of the fearful cog there is very little room for doubt. The pill-fed masses rely on their self-righteous leaders point of skew. In the early years of the Not-me party, the power of fear was discovered. It created quite a stir and developed little zealot factions amongst Vinland's inhabitants. Scientists explored it's sub-atomic compound structures in attempts to harness its energy, economists applied its "tendency of predictable reaction" (as it became known) in efforts to herd the worlds commercial sector into their bank accounts, mathematicians found what they declared to be the resolution of PI through its cyclic tendencies, exclaiming at the global science conference "Finally we have an algorithm to plot an unblemished circle. Truly this is great day!"

The Not-me party couldn't have agreed more. Politically charged by such an amazing discovery as fear itself, the Not-me quickly began strategically placing seeds of this new friend amongst the daily lives of all around. Bumper stickers, buttons, milk cartons, newspaper ads, television & radio spots, public transit authority announcements, billboards, novels, cinema, bedtime stories. No form of media was excluded and in fact entire think tanks were set-up to develop new forms of media to carryout this viral realization. Soon reality would slip into the hands of the Not-me, able to manufacture through fear any combination of events to support the desired end result. It no longer was necessary to convince, Vinland awaited direction like a dog awaiting master's throw of the stick.
"A one world plan where your blood dissolves in my hands encaustic sleeves like a leash around your right to abandon, I'll haul you in tight and crush your will. Make it easier to please me, disease the wells which you drink. They smell like Death."
- an excerpt from the HUMANWINE song Fighting Naked

The Not-me populace or cogs are convoluted shades of human beings. Their ears have shriveled to little scabs on the sides of their heads. Their mouths have stretched from scab to scab. Their noses protrude invasively like a catheter. They are becoming... like the Not-me, a transformation that takes time even in the most eager participants.

Industry has been laid to rest aside from the global force of the not-me party. Workers rights are non-existent beyond the most basic of practical safety. As a result the inhabitants are a haggered lot. Their skin is paled from lack of direct sun due to a machine induced haze enveloping the earth. Plant life lives in constant hibernation leaving nothing but skeletons of what used to be lush greenery but now is nothing more than a gritty papier collage closer to corrugated cardboard than bark. The clothing of the population is as tired as their faces. Stitched, broken and then re-stitched articles of a once proud display. Lapels hang by their last pinstripes, dresses frayed edges soak up the dust like a straw wrapper in a glass of water.

The cogs work in the fields or back in the factories. At the end of the day the cogs all return to their respective homes to sleep. With ease the thieves sneak into their homes and drop little pills full of teeny-tiny robots programmed with the latest breaking lies. Early in the morning, before the sun's aura breaks the horizon, the cogs awake fully versed in a "proper" perception of the world and events around them. This cycle is unending. There are however, some cogs who have spit out the pill for one reason or another. Some complain about the "taste of it" and others had been warned. In one particular instance, a cog was warned about the thieves and their doings so the cog pretended to sleep and sure as shit the thieves came.
"Keep their pill tucked under your tongue 'till they leave. Sizz it our quickly and rub the spit on your sleeve. Feeling your way out of bed in the dark, there's no light, it's alright, it's still night. Crawl out of bed even in your night clothes and greet us outside where the sky meets the road."
- an excerpt from the HUMANWINE song Wake up!


The "Abrogated Munificients" as they call themselves are the anti-thesis to the Not-me plan.
"They say the sky will come down in flames but it's always been burning. Paled over time the circles that we've burnt will come back to feed."
- an excerpt from the HUMANWINE song Vast the Olde World Then Sails

Their calling card is a gear with a wrench in its centre. The Not-Me Party refers to this group as "Yeryerowns". One can find the Abrogated Munificients all throughout the VINLAND society. As common ground the Abrogated Munificients have achieved, through active deprogramming, the perceptive state of Yeryer. Yeryer is the full realization that "You're your own worst enemy" and so in polarity "You're your own greatest friend". Though comic in its simplicity, in application it's like balancing a thread vertically on a needle.
"Faces of the typical so sad are, sad are. Faceless are the typical, so sad."
- an excerpt from the HUMANWINE song vin d'humaine

Will the Not-Me succeed in its evil plans? Will the Abrogated Munificients rise up from the underground?
Tune in next NEWSLETTER for more of Uncle Soggy's Foggy Day Fables.
A feature of the HUMANWINE NEWSLETTER.