Staring into the blank into a non-linear hole, it sucks you down it expands you inside yourself a parallel paradox converges upon this spot. That explains what? Mottled sky over the garden of eden floods the sacred habitat for the first time. Why weren't we spoon fed that tale? What does it matter that nothing is solved, the politics of the few are the death of us all; subtle warfare is the worst but the only kind we can stand, so astound me with your whirs and clicks and i think i'll just sit here and s*** myself wide-eyed because i love you so much.