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Living, laughing, wishing, glancing, glimpsing, crying, screaming, dying. Art?! Art is dead. Art is commerce. Commercialist tripe. It's all damnation.

One mass produced t-shirt fits all. Or is it one mass produced humankind fits one t-shirt? It doesn't matter.

Soullessly squandered, wishfully wandering in the wake of our betters. Giants of commerce and freedom to feed the masses. Their excrement our bread; even scheiße has value. Our daily bread made lovingly, carefully, and healthfully in our favorite usine. Factories with that artful touch. Délicieux! Fantastico!

Navels full of commerce, stomachs full of lead. Powerful! 10 out of 10. 9 out 10? Mediocre. A failure. Abysmal. A shame. A waste of air. Worm food.

There is shade in the valley, and sweet sweet nourishment. Food fed by water and worms. Worms fed by the sweetest of people. Sehr gut! Maybe our grain comes from those dead, delicious, delicious. Better than hormones? Delicious hormones. It grows over us, it grows under us, we drown in it. The sun goes down some of the time. It can be beautiful.

Hazy, hazy, hazy. Such is the sweetness of the fogging smog, lap it deep into your resevoir. Sofa kartoffel. La pomme de terre.... de la vie. Slothful. Ironically so. Caro padre! Che cosa abbiamo fatto? What have we done?!