I'm exhibited then ignored because I'm intermittently invisible like the B1. I'm zero-point then as gold-laden as a drowning conquistador... I'm methodically rhythmic and I echo through uterine cavities for lunar perigee. I confess to teamsters while loosening yokes and poisoning their horses. Occidental society is in the throes of suicide. The rats are jumping ship. It's no longer women & children first for the lifeboats. A man meets with derision for wanting to meld exclusively with the mother of his children. Things get wildly expensive when a roofer calls your roof a roof system.