Mashed with mallets, buttered industrial. Textured in pharmaceuticals, rinsed in our own filth. Satirized in glamorous gowns, dancing to takeout. A gentle samba, smoke from all corners. Highly unacceptable. We watched with annnnnnticipation. We loved. We grew. It became a part of us. Sigh. Could not pay attention. Diverted in philosophical endless loops. Now how fun was that? Couldn’t retrace steps. Tunes changed. A cat brings some spring. Teeth crack with smiles. Laundry above rhythmically pounds the ceiling. A cyberpunk load of unmentionables. Endless. Endless. Endless. Endless. Endless. Endless. Have some fun. Dig it. [HARD END — STOP. NO REPEAT. NO EXTENDED OUTRO.]
