All along we had nothing to fear. Just the pale grim unwinding of our minds. Then the sun rose and fell. The scabs dissolved into scars. The scourge persisted only as etchings on our thoughts. And we awoke as mere mortals once again. Made with Oats and a bit of lactose. Whirlpooled with Incognito. Double dry-hopped with Citra, Sabro and Vic Secret.