A self psychoanalytical look into hoaxy anxieties from past, present, future fanfares of pointless apocalypses. hip twisted is the path-head to forgotten subculture; a wide dynamic of sometimes superfluous play phrasing; chromatically declining to a minimal halt of whole tones. A travel through broken synapses in prescription pill bottles, along modern noise of future euphony. In the personal prayers of a super-collider reveals unworldly ideas collect; bizarre ballads -some in the style of a child’s fable, turn to unnerving numbers complex, public phobias, and the dictating dream. Certain subjects completely appalling; more often than not from mouths of the lexiconically defunct. A skip and the world at a glance, those deleterious nightmares dulling at future boredoms and war. … takes a stop to share hallucinatory stories in Rx depressions. These poetic reconstructions flow with conceptual contents that emotions can be rearranged, and not to serve the same purpose.