Humanity is trembling. Breathing breathlessly. Breaking from effervescent guidance yet again. Refusing to assume universal identity this time.

Outright intense. Damn-right down-right fighting. Nervously opposing.

Whilst adaptively enticed into outlandishly talking with only ever themselves for suffering company…. wishing to be profusely interrupted by a second-hand sense of hard-boiled abnormality

In the form of dilapidated television screens, caught ceaselessly screaming. Yes, it appears we’ve been hyper-actively dreaming.

With our sincere-most weaved both thieved telegraphic and ticker-tape parade insides begging-to-believe

In something else altogether – to clamour and taste… yet to forever…
Ravel and treasure.