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by Paris Jan 9, 2008 category : Life, society / about society
We walk like robots, milling in and out. We talk like robots, all in one cyber tone, not a scream or a shout. We're told what we're to see. We're told what we're to watch. We all sit in a line like good children, being brainwashed by the magic box. It's amazing what they can do to us, with all these fashion styles. Make us walk, Make us talk, their infectious just like piles.