Was it gone, never to return?

Sarcasm of the wannabe "writer", ticking-off the bucket list of lifelong achievements, that only he will ever remember. The body-modified circus freak advertisement for a twisted self of excusable tolerance, borne by the merits of a good idea, spawned by the guilt of injustice, extrapolated via precedent, to the dark, incoherent incomprehensibilty of a mutated, ungodly creature. So here, it sits, for all to see, the best we did, just you, and me.