The RoboChildren are grown up now. But they're still up to no good. Catch yourself up on the lives and times of James Hunt and Phil Thomas Killman through this obtuse collection of neopoetry. Having little to no experience writing poetry, or even reading or understanding the basic principles of poetry, these two weave an intimate tale of regret, shame and misery to fully illustrate the aged psychotics of a forgotten generation of over the counter drug abusers and megalomaniacs.