Can you see through the space age empirical blockade we swallow like koolaide and die? Reaching the moon we let go of the sun for nothing but comfortable living room sets. Mechanical facade Wizard of Oz behind a steel curtain shatters like glass and we cut ourselves bleeding out on an IV leech, bleaching our hearts into pure benign sterility. Spongy butts and petrified brains―Man! What a science fair we make. But we're going places behind our great walls and slowly dying behind them. So we set our places and smile our faces preparing our five course fine dining oasis. All we need is candle light to enjoy the progressing grey.