ketchup_and_plastic mr.bunnyrabbit as the light of brilliance dims, we bend down in a lackluster embracing of our blinding mediatrocity and vomit the pox of humanity all over this rock. grind down your rough high love spinning thoughts, scrape the impossible off your plate and cover your future in ketchup and plastic, dull your universe to the opaque greasy thin sheen of normalcy. The trade of your dreams, bound into smallness, your soul in pawn for the security of having the less they sold you with the spin that you had to have it. 021117 what's it to you? who go blather from