Pandemic

From Sander Newton.
I will continue to apply pressure to either side of your skull.. justlikethat. The wall of pans compels you. The wall of pans compels you. Beyond the wall, they circle. They cannot harm you. They wear cream and they roll, but past the pans they cannot go. The wall of pans compels you. The wall of pans compels you. The Converse on your feet, surround a universe of meat. The Converse on your feet, surround a universe of meat. There. You're clean. The new man that is you, is within.