pinkerton moled K. the devastation, oh, the humanity.. pinkerton did know what he was doing, and K. had been there all the time.. music blared and marked the realm as "idiotproof" in nasty harmonies and plastic rhythms.. pinkerton moled K. in an attempt to solidify his connection with life, experience the future in full, and hope to have the dream revealed to him.. pinkerton moled K. as there was no tomorrow, only the intoxication lasting a mere buzz and fade away after an explosion of a second..

dear mr. pinkerton,
i know what you did..
you see, K. is my friend, and i was also there..

pinkerton moled K.   ¶ 1:16 AM