Soup divers make crusty fellows and by crusty I mean in the literal sense with all that residual piff cracking every crevice with toxy chalk. But the crust bleeds not into temperament. Cross all my scrapes, I've found the soupy among us to be some of the jolliest fellows around. Don't know why. You'd spect the goggle-eyed creeps to smack a little stankier as tends to be the wont throughout the rest of the high-tox scene, but the Drifters wading through the swamps just hit different. Maybe it's got something to do with the fluid breathers they use. Praps they tidy just that bit more grit, keeping the airways fresh and the brain-blood clean. Or praps it's the viscosity of their native environs. A soft blanket of thick air offers quiet comfort, damping harsh noises and moods and breeding a creamier sort of Drifter. Fuck do I know? Pos didn't come here to read prattle, so I'll not dive my chant below reason any longer. Fact is this bob is light on the neck and doesn't warrant soup to be useful. Filters good as the rest, so don't sleep on a solid specimen of toxic lightwear just cause you ain't got a hunger for the swamps. And who knows...maybe there's something in the fluid that lightens the mood. There's far too few optimists in The Fringe and if there be some chem magic in this bob, worth a swing I reckon.