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pouring whatever nourishes you back into the body settle for nothing less than that filter out deadly poisonous shit in whatever forms that may come in no matter how bright the packaging in the first instance packaging is a pretty good sign of shit good shit has no need to sell itself in attractive appearances or clever jingles switch yourself onto recognitive mode of the bodily feedback cycling into a head wind weather watch on rain change sun shine passes between cloud schizophrenic conditions informing qualities of mood people living within a change as quick as the weather can only be afforded by city landscapes auf dem land all is calm and quiet standard norms of behaviour pressing firmly on the border controls from the centre of the metropolis hired thugs hoon around asserting the sticking points of how we do things round here play the tourist card a god like image swallows one whole eighty percent of Berlin's income generated elsewhere how about sorting that shit out before wallowing within the rot ampel of a fahrrader quaint policy making the way things are done is what the point of fighting over is all about riding the wave of cultural domination ought never to have walked away without enacting Carthaginian peace this head will rise up again a fear that breeds troublemakers and enough of the horde that will never remember that will never learn the yes man for a staggeringly sickening argument of twisted logic since when has the best for all not benefited the individual what is the all compromised of if not individuals a linguistic sticking point a notional concern of ideal arriving at a firm conclusion in the realisation to be carried out as such pulling at the other one i cannot get a grip on the absurdity talk walk stalk you are made of chalk wash away begat and gone