1X1 ch.2

Through the annals of history, missing puzzle pieces. She stared at the computer screen for hours. Scanning the massive databases to try to find the true history. Looking far back into the dawn of the 21st century, the brand new millennium. From her space station she stared out of the window into the darkness, feeling the loneliness that outer space brings. History. Searching for the records that will tell her who these people were. The pillar of music that would be passed down throughout the ages, lost into myths and secrets. The ultimate riddle? Passed from generation to generation, a story set while the world was crumbling into itself during the fall of the American Empire, passed on as the American Dream had died. She had seen the history. She knew the tales. She was keen to the riddles. But who was behind the 1X1 theory?

One by One, they all fell, as empires always do. Brick by brick, the building came down. one by one
They said follow or fall-over.
Out of the rubble and war torn decay that had been the slow demise of rock and roll, a new center of gravity had emerged. Waking many from their long slumber.
And the metal somehow perseveres. It always will. The wars waged on for centuries. Kings lived and died at the hands of the Rock and the Metal. Soft pop death. Fantasies on life support. Death comes quickly for the righteous. Bone fused alloys, unable to kill. Your copper noose is a guillotine for the weak. All while someones guitar gently weeps. They bred similar studies for years. No results have ever resulted in any resolutions.
We've scoured this planet for some frequency, it's coming from deep space. Lock on, transmissions echoing through time. Captain, have you locked on to anything?
Something...
Something...
Something deep...
And from the broken rubble, out of the deep mud banks, the hardest of places to spot it. In the depths of the darkest spots of Utah emerges the essence of the flame. The bricks aren't to be used to rebuild the shattered past. Rock and Metal, blood and sweat have poured into this. The crumbled pieces will be used to destroy you. One by One.

Travis with the sporadic, manic, tribal pounding and thumping to the rhythm of the evolving earth.
Brandon sending tremors, moving and shaking the ground, the faultlines. Rattling thunder in the missing pieces, growling to the core of the evolving earth.
Nate sending high frequencies through the air, harmonizing with the enigmatic melodies of the wind. Striking the chords of the evolving earth.

She was slowly drifting back into reality

Was this right? What was it all, there was meaning. The puzzle pieces fit, but how? My riddle is presented.

I took the 14th step into the space jam, I felt the fly paper on my skin, this aenigma was spiraling out of control. Was I the next victim? This lone primetime cowboy. Sweet nothings from the cleo keep the odio away. The tea bag was the little brother of Charles Bronson, who turned skive when I was a junkie with a monkey. That was stopped by the skunk attack which started the battle. At this point, I took the 15th step... math rock or speed metal? Neither, she was known as the no snag bottom bouncer. The flaming chunk is coming but this giant double cheese burger has fucking dog hair in it. The onion peeled apart, but I could never find the carb. The aunomilly attracts anomalous visions.


So, was this the answer, or just another question? The riddles lived on, the puzzle persists, exists, and you await your own destiny.
piece by piece.
One by One