This machine kills numbness.
Squint against the grandeur.
A feel-good hit of slippery adrenaline.
Gotta stay awake…
What happened in these places?
Listen to “Cinjusti” as a healing element.
Like a miniature Andrew Jackson riding a honeybee on his way to conquer some unimportant Japanese suburb, Whitehill has mastered the arsenal at his disposal.