Where the skilled beasts of the MIDI world dwell. Where the seemingly savage creatures of the 2705 corporate morass laugh freely and roam in the not-so-vast gamut of its territory. Where the alphas lurk in their new boxes fixing and scrutinizing raw files. Where the animals smoke, masticate meals, and kill time whenever they want. Where maybe corruption resides and pride reeks like an old elephant’s turd. Where the king of the land gives chances for learning and earning. Where speculations of anomalies eat the system that still mysteriously work. Where everybody can be themselves. Where the best critters are found.
Back to the jungle…
That resides under the Pacific Star.
That I want to change for the better. Now, with the new pack… we will.