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 
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 shit myself wide-eyed because i love 
you so much.