From the Blackest pit of Wien to the grimy soot of Brooklyn (and beyond the thunderdome to the halls of the Vikings to the scum-floating on the entertainment holiday paradise of lascivious playworld Phuket).

 MESSAGES FROM MY MURDERED ANCESTORS (BY YOUR ANCESTORS).  You keep the broken record going and the music is such nth generation badly decomposed. Die and go to Hell with your crappy soap opera hate formulas and paradigm.