Blueprint vincy kamberk From the moulder's intent into the frying pan a rude awakening to life's ordeal. The predator's word a double-edged sword the escapist sings a forsaken song. The primitive urge too eager to surge embracing pain from the serpent's tongue to the unicorn ears. In the time of need one persons hunger another's greed. There are traces left of what was indeed a primordial feed the pillaging and theft of the original seed.