I can’t find purpose here any longer. We tread upon the surface in a homogenized ensemble of diabolical confluence. Under the waves of the vibrant throng in the endless loop. An entrancing hoard we cannot surmount. Until we find the shores of the Heavy Resin. Mashed with barley and oats. Whirlpooled with Cryo and Incognito. Double dry-hopped with Strata, Motueka, Vic Secret, and a blend of Cryo.