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put puttering out |
so quickly we come here so quickly we go what progress is this magnificent machines with line laborers without craft sneaking painting like jewels at night but even those thieves are few cars put put wars wander country to country. food poison, water poison. looks to me like one of those civilizations who've died out from ignorance- planting too many potatoes and blaming it on god- aiming for progress but only tasting its illusion for a short while and put puttering out |