The status-income disequilibrium of lower castes and lesser evils: technology is the new social delirium. Meritocracy; now we need the geek. Arts, culture, economy, politics - are we experimental and innovative? Progress and prosperity our perceived vanguard. Are we just weird or out-of-place? Cost-benefit analyse the now and postpone important decisions. Take a stand on everything, and leave it all at the table. What is desire and what is need? What is control and comfort zones? Reality slips away in lost time. Are we the crowd or the ashamed ones? This is just a job, I only sign papers. Entertainment, you say? The language of the masses. No, I'm not really hungry, thank you. Inadequate, inane little details. Nothing really hurts me anymore. Lacking and poor, the insane prevail. Nothing hurts me any more than this. Doubt ignorance, throw it out. Shortcomings are off the scale. Misgivings only for the devout. Once stout, now sculptures are fragile and pale. Melancholic bohemian bourgeoisie, the men of the future and their TV ideals. Frontiers without fixed guarantee - they framed their bliss in cold steel. Drowned in proletarian paranoia, the government halls filled with greed. In dire need of a purging perestroika are we, the leaders of the free. Creative boredom fed through I.V.; stoned lazy, there's nothing to see. Swept up in decrees and debris, I want to crawl back to the sea. Drag me down.
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