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The ticking never stops.
The spinning world is out of control.
Time tells wierd tales of future history,
and we listen in awe.
Not knowing what to do with the information.

A spreading madness.
Wild botox smiles
perfect teeth so white the colour white is jealous of their whiteness
And haircuts so sharp you cut your eyes watching them.
TV.

Our ears cry
by the sheer forse of the meaningless,
the dravel and the pointless beats from the radio.
Noises and voices that desperately wants to be called music.

Our sanity is placed under the sword of Damokles.
Don´t look up.
That trembling feeling in your spine is there to stay.

I´m sorry.