Autopulver 20th Century Happy Tree
my intuition lacks of rhythm
i am like a passenger
on a slow train on a jet plane
approaching the crossing
i don't worry about the future
for what changes it might bring
bureaucratic politicians
unfeeling, deceiving
inside this anesthetic energy,
i feel so good together with my greed
it's just like blood's injected into my knees
i guess it's symptomatic for my breed
i've become an urban addict
self-sufficient of my needs
neo-plastic information
instant, abundance
anorectic self-inflictors
in excessive quantities
supersocial in-romantics
euphoric, pragmatic
