Locked in a sorry dream, you know we're drowning in designer ice cream. I scream: This is the present but it's no surprise, then I realise. What I see I spies. The past was eagle eyed, the futures pixelised. Too see you nice to see you? I had my frisbee sharpened and honed, I had it galvanised and chromed. Decapitate and bury your toys, my frisbee brings the noise. What I see I spies. The past was eagle eyed, the futures pixelised. Too see you nice to see you