It's simple when they hide in caves and chewed all those ancient plantations making the sensation appear and spitting them out inventing shadows appear like ants at work, wolves howling, fingers grabbing and dragons spiraling. One hundred million years later, we crawl on all fours and grew up walking on two limbs and we have been inspired. By the blood spat out, by the tiny gaps you katzenjammers have squeezed through to paint those chutzpahs made from dollops, we ponder and ponder on why the fuck you did that.