dreamworld with a side of fries and shackles, flash fed streams of folk tales, poured into a moving box not slow enough to outrun/dictated failings of the higher ups, proving hunger to be purity myths from weaker things/sight seen tombs of fallen angels guarded by demons slain, remade and gelded for the kapital/and always, always searching for a clandestine puff of 3-5 year prison term