Nine years of age, completes the eden stage. And so we turn the page. Now I'm awake. Came to in a chemist's dream (forced ingestion) of capsule shapes inhibiting a technicolor scheme of apothecaries too close to me. As far as these eyes could see. Transparent tubes, prescriptive reads. Living in a chemist's world (forced perception), where gospel is physician's word. Do you dare question authority? New thought prohibition. Right brain submission. A strange one's advice, therapy. On the reg, week by week, a fortune made to hear me speak. Adulthood epiphany. Remain diseased or reach lucidity?