The world is death, and we are feeding on the carcass of a certain kind of war, a spiritual war, both ended and ongoing, in which a perfect state of functionality brings a sterile sort of equilibrium, the shops are full and busy, the skies are perpetually blue, and there is fire on a mystic island. You are cordially invited to partake of this world and its benefits, however, be warned, the soul of your emotional life will suffer greatly as a consequence of joining with this world. Do you accept?
We have water slides, infinite cotton candy, and ultra sophisticated sex robots.
We have water slides, infinite cotton candy, and ultra sophisticated sex robots.
"Imagination, life is your creation"
