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.
For a Yeryerown every single day is a struggle to maintain "The Army that isn't here to fight"
