When You Reach The End Of Your

On A Long Enough Time Line, The Survival Rate For Everyone Drops To Zero.

She's So Thin She's Either Dying Or Rich.

How You're Still Always Trapped. How Your Head Is The Cave, Your Eyes The Cave Mouth. How You Live Inside Your Head And Only See What You Want. How You Only Watch The Shadows And Make Up Your Own Meaning.

Scratch Any Fortune And You'll Find Blood Only A Generation Or Two Back...child Labor In Mines Or Mills...slavery. Drugs. Stock Swindles. Wasting Nature With Clear-cuts, Pollution, Harvesting To Extinction. Monopolies. Disease. War. Every Fortune Comes Out Of Something Unpleasant.

I Like To Get People Moving And Jumping. I Think It's Good To Add More Emotion And Chaos.