I believe in the healing power of unhealthy options. Percussive isolation. Resentment buried in a colossal physique. Orpheus, the overspontaneous,  drumbeats through a dinosaur theme park. Don’t care, I only lie about what I believe is right, clinging to rules

without a theory of purpose or the gift of agency to promote my case, as masking vanity becomes a fund raiser’s challenge. 

Fizzy yet salient points soak into visual mechanics hanging out for the escape clause (always the last place you look)!