Designer clad Homo Erectus swiftly streaming somanambulistically flowing forward in surreal desperation,with pre-doomed expectations of…grazing greedily ‘neath “SALE” signs.

The rotten reek of their yesterday’sunburied stillborn dreams fills the air!None are offended, no one dares.

Reality is become distorted…humanity has been aborted…imaginations are no longer elastic….Angels have wings of plastic.