Satisfying alternatives to an unreasonable request, implementation of a new style, regurgitating something older than before, masking the worship with new colours, fermented waters warm with age, lost moments forgotten with time, tomorrow is a mirage of salty proportions, escalating into a wave of whimsical decadence, a new form of prohibition, designed to suffocate, handed up from the streets below, instead of the laws above, recklessly ignored by the wealthy, until their doors are broken open by the princess who would be king!
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
