Good strong cup of dub. No not dubstep. Overshadowed by the algorithm, a rhythm with no soul, unchanging and eating up the kids, blotting out my rays, the original beams, split the seams and you stitch me back to 'reality'. Zippers like teeth, jaws and locks, shark in the docks, childhood thoughts, ignorant fantasy I loved.

Now cinderblockade and yellow stripes make up a network. White on black, stand in the yellow and face penalties on paper. Strips of neon ILLUMINATIng the way, photons please the eyes, photographs of skies, flat panels and lights, all 2d representations of life, only the visuals and no feeling. Let me find my kin.

^ Winning