Artificial depth

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Nothing to say

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You're a part our machine because we want you to be/We've got you now and you'll never be free/We can even have your body after you're dead/We can take the eyes out of your fucking head/Yes we'll take them out, use them again/We can do it you know cos we've got your brain - Crass

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I just wanna fall up onto that leather ceiling, continue falling upwards into the blue vinyl sky. Encased in soft, man-made textiles, fucking the anthropocene forever.

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This is the heat death of fields and trees. A stream flows under the road. Meanwhile drivers drive to their destinations. They never really get there. They don't really know where they're going or why they are going there.