We can't get any more connected. Until we run tiny cables from our brain stems. And we're growing so very disaffected. They're amused, so amused, we amuse them. And there's just no getting over this, there's just no single cure There's a hive mind of vapid, base stupidity and it's pounding down our door.
Oh, the kids, the kids, they have become cyborgs. And they're quietly freaking me out. And they're quietly tearing things down.
We can't get away, there's no getting out. There's no escape hatch other than shutting down. But we've got so many distractions Pretty lights illuminate new attractions. So just let go and be a part of the dumbing down of all great art. Here's another brand-new technology to replace your beating human heart.