When the cortisone kids were clearing everyone said,'The 
sky's gone out.' Entering into unseen contracts Smiling 
their way into a black and white world. Now everyone is 
lining up and no one knows what for Plastic man-machines 
are merely fodder for us. If you squint you might be able 
to imagine what this used to hold She's got an attic 
where she holds colors hostage Releasing them for view 
but only through her kaleidoscope eyes.