ESSAY.

When Magic filled the air, the key lime citrus, squeezed @ the Emerald City, dripped away, into

a fog of haze, confusion & uncertainty--& the music wasn't played anymore--& all we hear now is

the mumbling profanity of pseudo-entitled youth clammering their disaffection & dark messages

into a numb, capitalistic infection of eminent doom! Buy low-Sell high.

Done