Okay, so the pinball machine is poorly maintained. And the music is generally targeted at only the most grizzled eardrums in Denver. But the walls in the men’s bathroom at Seven South offer enough philosophical lunacy (okay, idiocy) to amuse those with even the most television-addled attention span. Some key phrases: “The next millennium is ours!” “Philip K. Dick is dead…” “Sometimes I think about cats and bunnys [sic]. Is that wrong?”