"I suggest you do not touch anything, and if you do bite, you will find that it’s organic and it tastes great, and it’s good for you".

When time suddenly stretches, and every movement becomes an epic momentum, revelations are revolutions and paradoxes are mirrors. And in these times where accidents are virtual and natural conception is a thief in the night, then a fact of the matter is love.

Taking a fable and make it a manifest. Scarub is thinking. His truth is not political correctness. And his intelligence is not having good grades and used to being a smart kid. And while thug poetry is taught at universities, Scarub wrote his melancholy autobiography and like the book of human language this is to be listened to. This is to be chewed before it’s digested. This is about tasting every flavor that is intertwined with molecules of colors, sound structures, fast stumbling words and genuinely expressed ideas. This has a plot. It has more chapters than a space of few paragraphs can contain. And you can not do enough re-viewing, as in seeing again, with your heart, ears and eyes, to explain or advertise captured thought. That’s why there is not even an attempt.

"It was basically a dream I had, about hitting new dimensions, traveling through space as gas, so you are unseen and unheard, you just take over".

This is essential. Essential emotional quality quotient. EEQQ. If you only knew. You would smile. You would smile and this smile would transport you into the sphere where music like this is appreciated. Where ‘above average is the new average’, where destiny is your intention. Where the motion of man will always be of amazing grace. While this writer that faces space, only suffers and fails to catch the discussion he wanted to open. Limited, elusive and bare, simple but complex. It’s all you want, but not enough to waste. It’s about selection. Art is knowing when to stop. When it’s enough. When all that is essential is present. Like here. This is essential.

"See, this kinda reminds me of the story of the fox and the scorpion...".