The pale defunct soil embraces rose red pads of dead women. But see the hidden dross of human nature. Foreign men tell me to smile. Neon colored jackets. Icelandic puffins manufactured by slaves from Asia. Pigs with constipation shit bricks on a culture that is magically turning into empty hotels. Complexed architects with genital problems. Igloos in the scorching desert. Ibiza. Artists sucked dry. A culture marinated in morning piss.