i shudder and shake swerve accross the road and every single spinning axis is in perfect tune singing the same song singing the same words but my direction is untold out of time and out of touch arriving home, in the worst possible kind of time being static, is the only thing i can not stand i want my hand to become the pen my pen to become my hand and to excite myself again the cogs whir as we begin to shudder and shake singing these words mean nothing! they don't even exist