Hazelhurst

Dressed in orange HAZMAT suits and we're led to the lawn.

Not one of the zombies cracking a smile, just looking straight into your mug and saying "Its all about control..."

Undead youths dancing together in the fine purple rain.

We were asked to write something we'd change about ourselves if we could on our neck tags. Everything from "my sore toe" to "my evil soul" were written on tags, and hung on these totems, like scarecrows.

And there is this future-melting-green-basement music playing in the background.