An imitation of an Elvis impersonator, the echo of the long gone American dream that got flush ed away, singing karaoke-versions of those so well known songs.An investigation of the human greed and longing for abundance, the capitalistic need of constant rebirth.

"- We can't build our dreams"

An Etern al Shrimpfeast served as the last supper and as the Four Flamingoes of the Apocalypse overindulges themselves in the leftovers, you starting to wonder if you've reach heaven or hell. But as the rhythm from the karaoke machine and the jerking movements of my hips rocks you into seduction, the simple answer is that you are just stuck in Limbo.

"Make the world go away And get it off my shoulders Say the things you used to say And make the world go away"