I no longer know this place.
Toxic.
Dark.
It's difficult to see the horizon.
An unstable ground.
I should get myself organized very well.
Time goes by so fast.
1999.
Everything was so different.
What have we done?
It was a trap.
We laugh so that we don't cry.
Fear manifests itself in many ways.
I think someone poisoned our waters.
Blue.
Red.
What difference does it make?
It's the same shit.
A mosh pit.
Too much garbage to pick up.
Let's just burn this goddamn place.
The conditions are not in place for hope.
No ten righteous men.
Fuss in the churches.
It's the cry of the hypocrites.
A stench of sulfur and Chanel.
What a waste of oxygen.
Sorry if I'm making generalizations.
This is worse than I imagined.
A plan.
A necessary evil.
All the world does is watch.
A taciturn messiah.
Our real nature exposed.
Do you smell that?
The bridge is burning.
What a disappointment.
Let's toast for our extinction.
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