Throw me down, throw me around, tables turn upside down to the sound. We chilling, we feeling the vibes, hands holding a Maß. Green or red ticks up and down don't phase us, not what we're about. At the end of the night sticking together with the crowd. Community, shout it loud. Artwork by William Lindhorst. Poetry by Oyacaro.

Emotion made motion, seduction lead river flow to ocean. Soul soothing lotion turn addict to devotion. Waves of commotion stick by the notion, inherent propulsion. Profession of repulsion, thought drawn illusion. Artwork by 3DFraction.

Chogging down your 4th beer as you open the POAP, and see that the liquid starts to interfere on the visual frontier. This means you're a pioneer, not in drinking, but in the NFT sphere. You spread the word of what you hear in here like a cavalier.