A little girl, with innocent eyes like that of a solid porcelin doll, unfolds a piece of candy enveloped within a square piece of foil. She holds it up to the small lamp next to her in her freezing cold room, and decides that it is not the flavor she so desires. She tosses it and finds comfort in unraveling another piece. But she is always disappointed to find every single piece is the same flavor. She finds a new box, with plenty of new metal-encased candy. She takes a piece and puts it in a candy dispenser. She pulls the head of the dispenser back, and squeezes the toy, to make the candy pop out. It does, and she feels its sweet flavor tunnel through her head, and she dies. Shattered porcelin is everywhere. Deviate from the dead weight That makes you someone else. [x] New works. Coming [x] -S. Dolly