POP TRAUMA (Version03SD: Elder Abuse) A musical performance.

After the neomodern structure fell on the side of our head we realized that we probably weren’t the stars of a science fiction anymore. They kept telling us to just go ahead and stare at the sun and that we wouldn’t have to eat again. We reached out for the lonely bush gardeners hand and he begged to know if we were “suffering from tropical trauma?” ”No sir, it’s strictly all pop here”, I replied. He recommended for us to abandon our bodies and do the lions pose with our faces, often. Yes it’s true, we are already looking younger, but nonetheless, something still hurt…