The Mechanics of Chaos in the Construct of Transformation
Where we can stand inside ourselves. Where our surroundings melt into the tiny hole between reality and projection. This is where we absorb an unwarranted fate. The place where untold volumes of unpragmatic screams await. An awakening within the corridors of the Heavy Resin, intended for all the people who support us in beer shops across North Carolina. Made with oats, whirlpooled with Incognito and Cryo. Double dry-hopped with Galaxy, Mosaic, and Eclipse.