Pencraft - but bankrupt of hands. Propositions - but vacant of proposals. Played landmarks - but barren of playful flights. Artistry of your overlooked nonentities, ploughs your mind into sycophantic at our disfigured feet. Filmed with a jeopardized heap of organic poetry, this master plan is oriented to tyrannise the earthly evil beings, dissect and weigh your interior alongside your conscience. When all is said and done, nothing is left, save for your perspective. Lastly, we would like to thank each other for not fucking things up. May the Goddess of Creativity bestow upon you, the learned reader, the art of rejoicing. (Yeah, this is a disaster of a collaboration).